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So, yes. I actually am still alive. My life is just boring and I have not been very creative the past couple of months. Which makes me sad, but meh. So sad I was drinking alone on Saturday night, actually. That was fun. Watching Yu-Gi-Oh while drunk is certainly an experience. I am still not sure how I actually ended up watching kids playing card ( Read more... )
Woo prompt!
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And in the end, he supposed this was always how it was going to be, despite the fact that he had never actually seen the fatal blow coming. It didn't matter how moral a person he was, because somebody else had said he was in the wrong, and they had been more convincing about their argument for their point of view than he had been for his. It didn't matter that he had never even killed a mouse and yet his enemy had killed hundreds of living human beings. History would remember him as a villain and a monster - if it remembered him at all.
He couldn't sense much of anything, which worried him more than he'd ever before been worried. He knew he was dying, but he'd hoped at least to be able to see the faces of his nearest and dearest people just one more time before he died. It was selfish and ultimately pointless, but he wanted it anyway. He'd given up so much to get to this point, so surely it couldn't hurt to be just a little selfish - just this once, of all the times he could have been.
He couldn't feel much of anything, but somehow he knew they were there. It wasn't a warmth or a coolness; it wasn't hearing their voices or feeling their touches as if through a fog. It wasn't much of anything, because there wasn't much left of him, but he knew they were there all the same.
And in the end, that was enough. It no longer mattered how history remembered him, because he knew they would remember him as he was and as he had been. If they made it out of here alive - and he hoped and prayed and wanted desperately that they would - then he knew there would be at least two people who would remember him as a person and friend. Two who would remember him as a human being.
It was enough. It had to be enough, because it was all there was. He smiled; or thought he smiled, but it didn't matter. They would know he had thought of them, and that was enough.
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Um, do not ask me what is going on. I just took the sympathetic villain thing and ran with it, and now we have this. Whatever this is. Thanks for the prompt!
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Thank you for answering with this lovely bit!
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