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What is he thinking, when they go through the door?
Many things, but on one level there is the simple fact of replay, of fighting and blood and dust and someone screaming. There are many places that would fit, but on this day in this world one of them aligns perfectly.
They come out not far from a beach. Behind a slowly dispersing crowd, with flashes of red red red poppies not blood just the flowers.
Lucifer could laugh, but instead he sets Thom down on the dry sparse grass and sits with his back to a tree, slowly tearing a leaf apart. The pieces scatter in the wind. Nobody will see them; that, at least, he can be sure of.
Many things, but on one level there is the simple fact of replay, of fighting and blood and dust and someone screaming. There are many places that would fit, but on this day in this world one of them aligns perfectly.
They come out not far from a beach. Behind a slowly dispersing crowd, with flashes of red red red poppies not blood just the flowers.
Lucifer could laugh, but instead he sets Thom down on the dry sparse grass and sits with his back to a tree, slowly tearing a leaf apart. The pieces scatter in the wind. Nobody will see them; that, at least, he can be sure of.