The Sorrow felt a pang of disappointment dissolve through him, quickly fading. He had expected as much, or should have. His comrade burned brightly, but with tight focus. Mad though he might have been called (on numerous occasions; without fail, The Sorrow would see the irony in the small piles of grey ash and mention that the cosmonaut had, in a way, proved his accuser right. Then go to find a broom.) The Fury was quite obstinate in his definition of the restrictions of reality.
Much like The Joy, in that way.
"I am what I've always been," The Sorrow said, perhaps to slip through the his comrade's conscious guards while his attention was focused on the Major. "Though perhaps...slightly less so."
The Sorrow watched the two living souls communicate in their language of threats and taunts, the faces in odd contrast.
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:44 am (UTC)Much like The Joy, in that way.
"I am what I've always been," The Sorrow said, perhaps to slip through the his comrade's conscious guards while his attention was focused on the Major. "Though perhaps...slightly less so."
The Sorrow watched the two living souls communicate in their language of threats and taunts, the faces in odd contrast.
"I am here for the same reason you are."
The Sorrow smiled.
"Duty to the family."