I went back, later, after the dust had settled. I wasn’t surprised that he was still there. Maybe they were still too scared to move him - afraid that Vengeance was still lurking somewhere inside, waiting to strike. I wanted to be angry, at him, at Hawke… at the institution that drove him to madness. At myself for not stopping Hawke from plunging that blade into his body. The only thing I could think, though, as I held him close and said my goodbyes, was “I should have kept that damn pillow.”
Starting the day with angst… I am in fine form today, I tell you! Another off this list. Keep on clicking, Chumblrs!
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