Act II - After the fight
The coming to was the worst part. Eye open. Eyes close. Head pound. It was a feeling Rorschach forgot about. It had been some time since he had to deal with the serious repercussions of a fight. His body ached in all the joints and for the first time in a long time, he felt old.
Rorschach was-
No. Not Rorschach. Not Rorschach anymore. Walter. Walter Kovacs. There wasn't a face. Walter brought his hand up and felt the skin. Felt the warm, leathery texture that had stubble from not shaving. There wasn't a face anymore. No more black. No more white. No more protection.
Rorschach was-
No. Not Rorschach. Not Rorschach anymore. Walter. Walter Kovacs. There wasn't a face. Walter brought his hand up and felt the skin. Felt the warm, leathery texture that had stubble from not shaving. There wasn't a face anymore. No more black. No more white. No more protection.