☢ ᴛʀᴀғᴀʟɢᴀʀ ʟᴀᴡ (
bisections) wrote in
dear_mun2014-10-05 05:24 pm
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that damned flashback
Not quite what you envisioned it would be, is it? I'd apologise - except for the fact that any expectations you had aren't any of my concern.
While I'm at it, you might as well save the pity too. We're long past all want or need of anything so pointless.
While I'm at it, you might as well save the pity too. We're long past all want or need of anything so pointless.

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Say, Law ... don't you feel a bit sad? The young master likes you!
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If I've anything to feel sad about, it'd be that he's still alive.
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[ he leaves out the specifics of what exactly, but if the child is perceptive enough... well.
it's something they'll have to face at some point or another; no sense in sugarcoating things. ]
We're all that's left.
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[No… nonononono… Little Law somehow manages to go paler than he already is. He’d steeled himself to the loss of his sister, but this too?]
The disease takes our entire family? But that’s-- father was so close to a cure—
[Or so he’d said. Had he been lying? Or was his older double lying? But why would he do that? Unless he wasn’t really himself at all. After all;]
How can you be alive if they’re not? [It comes out more than a little accusatory.]
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Fear is a deadlier disease than most would give it credit for. The war took everything; Flevance is gone.