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awesome_lilly) wrote2005-10-03 07:31 pm
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As she steps through the door and into Duncan's bedroom, Lilly's looking around carefully. The room had appeared deserted when she looked through, but it didn't hurt to make sure. It's disturbingly unmessy, and a lot of Duncan's stuff is missing. Maybe he's gone on a trip. Maybe he's moved out. The thought makes her smile, a little, and then she takes another step in and the blood is trickling down her forehead again and the smile fades away.
She turns back to Alain.
"All clear."
She turns back to Alain.
"All clear."
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She stands on the very edge now, looking down. Piece of the bus -a tire, fragments of metal painted that distinctive orange, a broken seat- are floating to the surface. She doesn't let herself blink.
This is what you didn't stop.
Lilly keeps looking until the first bodies break the surface. One of them has blonde hair, and if she could she'd throw up at the sight of it.
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He's seen enough accidents, and enough massacres. He can imagine just fine.
They saved Veronica.
They still failed.
He's watching Lilly, instead. She's at the very edge of the cliff, precariously close to the empty air.
Maybe she needs to see this. All the same... she doesn't need to see this.
Low and compassionate, "Lilly."
If he gets strange looks for saying a dead girl's name to the empty air, so be it.
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Her face is set and expressionless, blood still dripping down her forehead. She looks just a little more dead than she did before.
"Let's find a door and... go."
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Each man owes a death, the mental litany finishes. This is theirs.
He turns away from the cliff, following her.
Give them peace.