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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 10:39 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 10:45 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 3:51 pm
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Was that Syd's voice? Now she knew she was in hell.
The others were talking, but Ami couldn't find her voice. At least she'd wiped off her tears now. No more crying, now she was just quiet. It seemed the new additions to their cages were looking for salvation in rescue.
It was hopeless, all hopeless. No one was coming to save them. She very much wanted to yell at them all to shut the ******** up so she could just die quietly, but as she opened her mouth she realized it wouldn't make a point. Whether the cages were quiet or noisy with chatter, she was still going to die.
She listened to Sasha and Rin bicker- were they close? That was news to Ami. Honestly, with how much she shelled herself up in the labs, everything was news to her.
Bix and Ofie got angry glares though. They knew nothing. They got to be in lala actor land while they had to ... Well it didn't matter. Arguing with them wouldn't do any good. In fact it might set off some kind of trigger- maybe this was the dream where her fellow hunters killed her.
What was more important to her was the blonde boy curled up in the corner of his cage next to her. "O-Otto?" she said quietly, the sniffles not quite gone from her system. She stuck a hand through her cage to touch the other boy's side as he curled up in a ball. For whatever reason, Ami was breaking her rule of no-contact-unless-necessary. Her hand moved to stroke Otto's hair like a mother would. Not romantic, just comforting. "You can go to sleep if that's what you want." Seh would seriously cut a b***h if one of the hunters disagreed. Otto deserved sleep.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 3:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 9:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 9:35 pm
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Wash huddled in the shadows. Away from the light, away from the voices of others. He stared blankly at the dirt of his cell, expression empty. Sasha. Was she alright? Did she finally find the release of death? He wasn't sure. Wasn't sure if he should hope- hope for her death, hope for her life. Hope for rescue. Hope for anything. Forgiveness was too much to ask for. Rescue seemed distant and remote- and death seemed unobtainable.
He had thought sacrifice had been pointless, that it would be better if they both lived, and both escaped- but was that just selfishness?
There was a deeper fear there, though, and one that was closer to his heart. He had left home, all those months ago. Left his family. Left his son. And was that cowardice? Was that pride? Was that wrong, too? He had been wrong about a great many things, in his lifetime. Things that always seemed to cost others.
Wash didn't question reality- he questioned himself.
A murmur, in the distance. There were people talking. A harsh rebuke. His name, spoken by two distinct entities. It took him long minutes to register, and when he did, his brow furrowed.
"I'm awake."
He climbed slowly to the front of his cell, gripping the bars to pull himself off the ground, ignoring the cage's other occupants. Her voice. He knew that voice, but it couldn't be... He kept his hands there, white knucked, muscles corded. Wash's gaze was still cast downward. If he looked, it wouldn't be real. If he looked- she wouldn't be there. Or worse, she would.
What was left of her, anyway.
He whispered her name, a breathy sigh, as if he couldn't hold it in anymore. A quiet plea.
"Sasha."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:21 pm
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