They saved Veronica, yes. One person. But all the other innocents, O Discordia...
Time flies, knells call, he thinks. Life passes, so hear my prayer. The old, weighted words of the death-prayer, line by line, pass through his mind. They're in the Lady's white arms now, and that's a comfort.
He looks at Lilly. They were her friends.
Tries not to look at the blood that's still and always trickling down her dead forehead.
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Date: 2005-10-05 07:38 am (UTC)They saved Veronica, yes. One person. But all the other innocents, O Discordia...
Time flies, knells call, he thinks. Life passes, so hear my prayer. The old, weighted words of the death-prayer, line by line, pass through his mind. They're in the Lady's white arms now, and that's a comfort.
He looks at Lilly. They were her friends.
Tries not to look at the blood that's still and always trickling down her dead forehead.