The island didn't speak to him.

He knew every corner of her. Every mountain. Every valley. He stood under the waterfall, listening to the falls beat down on the rocks, echoing in the hidden chamber below, the dull roar pressing on his ear drums. Dizzying. He stood and listened. Listened for voices, for signs, but he heard nothing.

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"What does it do?"

What it does, what it will do, is get them out of there, and fast. Stirling hands her the keys, and, suddenly, she's dying for a bloody cigarette ( Read more... )

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They don't love you, you know.

Ever since Boomer and Three had told her what had happened with Hera back home, Sharon had been a mess. Sure, she hid it well enough. She had to, for her daughter who was here, and healthy, and with her. But she couldn't stop thinking about her little girl, sick on the basestar. Sick, and without her. Hera back home ( Read more... )

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You have work to do...Shock. He must've been going into shock. The pain -- it had been searing, was only a dull ache now. A chill settling into his limbs, that prickling numbness in the tips of his fingers, the revolver felt heavy and warm in his palm, stippled with rust and years of death. Warm as if it had just been fired, not lying there lonely ( Read more... )