The inside of this private hospital have begun to grate on him -- the lingering in the shadows, the waiting for the doctors and nurses to leave. Sometimes, he just wants to fold himself into the shadows and disappear entirely
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He looks down at the comatose Jean Loring on the bed.
"June's pulled through. She's still unconscious, but she's going to wake up. She has her soul back."
He doesn't come right out and say that she also has The Enchantress back, but then, he doesn't have to.
"Palmer won't stay in prison long. He'll mope for a while, and then he'll get back to what's important. Being a scientist. Being a hero. He wouldn't do that if he knew she was still alive."
"My destiny?" he says, incredulity dripping from his tongue. "My destiny was bought and sold with my soul. All I wanted was June to be alive again, to be the whole person she deserved to be, so I traded Palmer's fate for that."
He looks down at the glamoured Jean Loring.
"She's my destiny right now. Someone needs to watch over her, to make sure that if she is the Witch Queen, that she doesn't rise."
His face is grim, emotionless.
"I'm her guardian. Her warden. I owe that to Palmer for bringing June back."
"The most valuable gift mortals possess is free will, Sabastian. Too often, supernatural forces seek to subvert that gift - whether by bending an individual's will, or by attempting to remove the consequences of choice. It is not a course of action to be taken lightly."
Faust bristles at that. He's always been someone who's gone to great lengths to assert his own free will.
"You're probably right, but the die is cast. Since no one died, Palmer's soul's not in danger, and sooner or later, some magic type or other will point that out to him. But for right now, he can't carry this burden, so someone needs to carry it for him."
He turns finally and looks at the Stranger.
"And there's no one else. He's not gonna forgive me for this when he leans, but it's what has to be done."
Faust walks to the window and opens it ... it's a cold night, but the heat doesn't seem to leave the room. A lit cigarette appears in his hand, and he blows smoke out the window. No one below seems to notice.
"You know what she is, don't you? She's a vortex ... a point where mystic energies and events converge ... Eclipso, The Enchantress, maybe The Witch Queen ... none of that was an accident."
The Stranger is there.
"Older even than this world."
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"Well, you know me. Never met a game of Three-Card Monty I could pass up."
He takes a deep breath and then glances over at the Stranger.
"When did you know? About her?"
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His fists are shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses.
"He had to think he was killing her. The intention was key."
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His tone is matter-of-fact.
"Did you achieve everything you had hoped to?"
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"June's pulled through. She's still unconscious, but she's going to wake up. She has her soul back."
He doesn't come right out and say that she also has The Enchantress back, but then, he doesn't have to.
"Palmer won't stay in prison long. He'll mope for a while, and then he'll get back to what's important. Being a scientist. Being a hero. He wouldn't do that if he knew she was still alive."
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There is no reprimand in his voice.
"And what of your own destiny?"
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He looks down at the glamoured Jean Loring.
"She's my destiny right now. Someone needs to watch over her, to make sure that if she is the Witch Queen, that she doesn't rise."
His face is grim, emotionless.
"I'm her guardian. Her warden. I owe that to Palmer for bringing June back."
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There's an unspoken but at the end of that sentence.
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"You're probably right, but the die is cast. Since no one died, Palmer's soul's not in danger, and sooner or later, some magic type or other will point that out to him. But for right now, he can't carry this burden, so someone needs to carry it for him."
He turns finally and looks at the Stranger.
"And there's no one else. He's not gonna forgive me for this when he leans, but it's what has to be done."
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Faust walks to the window and opens it ... it's a cold night, but the heat doesn't seem to leave the room. A lit cigarette appears in his hand, and he blows smoke out the window. No one below seems to notice.
"You know what she is, don't you? She's a vortex ... a point where mystic energies and events converge ... Eclipso, The Enchantress, maybe The Witch Queen ... none of that was an accident."
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He lets the thought hang in the room like smoke.
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