even now, i cannot begin to understand
Who: Nicholas and Mathieu.
What: Nicholas' secret was that he was dead all along. He botches up keeping it secret. Things that should be left well enough alone come to light.
Where: Back at 'base.'
When: Just after the Dark Hour.
Warnings: Made of depressing, most likely.
Notes: Nothing.
((You feel tired...))
He wouldn't blame Mathieu for abandoning him now. It would be a suitable punishment.
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
I didn't want you to fear. You were happy. So was I.
I could pretend that everything would be all right.
But, as the truth tended to do, it came out, and--
-things had happened, it was all rain-swept memories blurred by misery. He was alone again, just like in the beginning.
((You woke up in a hospital bed. The sun is shining.))
What happened...?
Please forgive me.
He was so tired, but somehow he was far too tired to even cry. Everything just ached.
The truth was a harsh mistress. Somehow, he'd wished he'd never found out what his secret was...
He knew fear, but not quite like this. It was terror of the inevitable, mixed with an odd defiance, and...a little bit of sadness. A lot of sadness, along with a hollow feeling he couldn't quite grasp.
Everything hurt. He'd gone out alone, throwing himself into a solo mission - it was a miracle he hadn't been killed in Tartarus - and now he was tired, and the Dark Hour was over.
He leaned back, weary but unable to sleep, and stared at the ceiling listlessly, lost in his own thoughts.
What: Nicholas' secret was that he was dead all along. He botches up keeping it secret. Things that should be left well enough alone come to light.
Where: Back at 'base.'
When: Just after the Dark Hour.
Warnings: Made of depressing, most likely.
Notes: Nothing.
((You feel tired...))
He wouldn't blame Mathieu for abandoning him now. It would be a suitable punishment.
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
I didn't want you to fear. You were happy. So was I.
I could pretend that everything would be all right.
But, as the truth tended to do, it came out, and--
-things had happened, it was all rain-swept memories blurred by misery. He was alone again, just like in the beginning.
((You woke up in a hospital bed. The sun is shining.))
What happened...?
Please forgive me.
He was so tired, but somehow he was far too tired to even cry. Everything just ached.
The truth was a harsh mistress. Somehow, he'd wished he'd never found out what his secret was...
He knew fear, but not quite like this. It was terror of the inevitable, mixed with an odd defiance, and...a little bit of sadness. A lot of sadness, along with a hollow feeling he couldn't quite grasp.
Everything hurt. He'd gone out alone, throwing himself into a solo mission - it was a miracle he hadn't been killed in Tartarus - and now he was tired, and the Dark Hour was over.
He leaned back, weary but unable to sleep, and stared at the ceiling listlessly, lost in his own thoughts.