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[Timed to September 21: after packing, Hero says goodbye to Quinn and to the Beth family. ]
There, that's all done: this time she has a few choice pictures tucked into the inside chest pocket of her jacket. The heavy traveling backpack sits tall against her shoulders and she's glad as she looks around that Quinn isn't here this time. That would make it fucking impossible to leave. Even before him, though, she'd pretty much fallen for this place.
Oh well, Hero Brown, not a goddamn thing lasts forever. She straightens the hat on her head, checks that her guns are both loaded and ready, takes a deep breath, and pulls open the front door. She doesn't want to leave -- she's not a moron -- but she has to leave. On the other side of the door she can smell the dusty closed stillness of that church near Vegas.
Not a thing to do but walk through into the desert night; the door closes with a quiet click behind her.
There, that's all done: this time she has a few choice pictures tucked into the inside chest pocket of her jacket. The heavy traveling backpack sits tall against her shoulders and she's glad as she looks around that Quinn isn't here this time. That would make it fucking impossible to leave. Even before him, though, she'd pretty much fallen for this place.
Oh well, Hero Brown, not a goddamn thing lasts forever. She straightens the hat on her head, checks that her guns are both loaded and ready, takes a deep breath, and pulls open the front door. She doesn't want to leave -- she's not a moron -- but she has to leave. On the other side of the door she can smell the dusty closed stillness of that church near Vegas.
Not a thing to do but walk through into the desert night; the door closes with a quiet click behind her.