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When he comes in from outside, the door is there.
"Che," he breathes again, but this time, he doesn't linger. There is something to be done on the other side, more work to be --
To be something.
Hiro asks for paper at the Bar, and he folds again. Again, for Kaylee; he places a lotus, perhaps the most complex fold he's done in some time. A note is added. The Lotus always blossoms twice. "Give her my love," he says, and Bar obliges, swallowing note and paper flower both.
Rebirth is hard, he doesn't add. But when one is trying to midwife the future to a brighter tomorrow, well. You don't expect it to be a quick labor.
He strides for the door a moment later, with renewed purpose.
"Che," he breathes again, but this time, he doesn't linger. There is something to be done on the other side, more work to be --
To be something.
Hiro asks for paper at the Bar, and he folds again. Again, for Kaylee; he places a lotus, perhaps the most complex fold he's done in some time. A note is added. The Lotus always blossoms twice. "Give her my love," he says, and Bar obliges, swallowing note and paper flower both.
Rebirth is hard, he doesn't add. But when one is trying to midwife the future to a brighter tomorrow, well. You don't expect it to be a quick labor.
He strides for the door a moment later, with renewed purpose.