( should she come and find him instead, then? no--this is how it's meant to be. she waits, and he comes. there is a power in being the one who doesn't move, who refuses to go searching, knowing your presence is enough to trigger someone's desire to see you (killed) again.
it won't end like that. she steps into a nearby restaurant to take a knife and exits again, wishing the reach was longer but making a home for herself on the steps of city hall. what a lovely viewpoint it is. )
It won't be "again", Sinclair. ( there wasn't a first time for her. there won't be a first time, for her. ) And remember... You don't have a coin left to your name, anymore.
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it won't end like that. she steps into a nearby restaurant to take a knife and exits again, wishing the reach was longer but making a home for herself on the steps of city hall. what a lovely viewpoint it is. )
It won't be "again", Sinclair. ( there wasn't a first time for her. there won't be a first time, for her. ) And remember... You don't have a coin left to your name, anymore.
( jingle, jingle. she has them, now. )