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01-24-2015, 12:53 AM
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This was stupid. All of it was stupid and painful. But mostly stupid. I remembered that huge bastard, too. Mr. Archiballs. (OH MY GOD I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT WAS HIS NAME AT ONE POINT). He was always huge and he was still huge, this war-machine, this golem that I had always looked up to and wanted to emulate I got numb. I swallowed bile. He had sons there—a daughter, this little slime-covered doll of a thing—an entire family that formed since we all went our separate ways from the Foothills, a land that didn’t exist anymore, whose members were flirting and fighting and falling in love and dying, dying, dying. “Ma…” I croaked, because she was there and I couldn’t just keep leaving her like I was, just because I had some mixed up feelings about some bullshit that I couldn’t change. There would be time to be mad/sad/confused later. Later. Because right now, I could lose my Ma. (If I haven’t already lost her--) I crept up beside her. Not noisily or anything, not trying to catch all of her attention. The air was heavy with loss and despair and heartache and this was the kind I couldn’t just help ease by touching someone on their shoulder. This was a different pain, a different death, and I’m sorry but I don’t know how to turn back the clock on death. “I’m sorry,” I whispered; and I didn’t know if I was talking to Archibald, to my Ma, to myself. |
