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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 23, 2012 23:40:04 GMT -5
"You can give me back my wand!" Lyric demanded. "I don't matter and I'm not gonna f~ing hang around so you don't have to feel guilty! Give it back and I'll leave and you don't even have to think about it." He wanted to just go, to disappear. He didn't believe in God or Heaven or Hell, just darkness and quiet and never feeling like this again.
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Post by Keith Evans on Mar 23, 2012 23:47:26 GMT -5
"I can't not think about it, Trent. Let me help you," Keith said. "You do matter and you're not getting your wand back. I will not sit by knowing you're going to blow your head off." He tucked Trent's wand away in a pocket. Maybe he should call Kane, since he had no idea what to do with Trent even if he managed to get the guy talked down.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 24, 2012 1:34:12 GMT -5
"GIVE IT BACK!" Lyric roared. He was sick of this crap, of vague, meaningless words and arguments that did nothing. It was easy to tell someone to get help, but all that did was absolve you of guilt because you'd tried. Well, he'd tried, too. He was sick of trying and not being worth any more than he had when he'd been living for his next fix. At least then he'd had something to live for.
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Post by Keith Evans on Mar 24, 2012 9:44:52 GMT -5
Another moment of debate. Keith couldn't know what Trent was going to do. For all he knew, Trent could charge him. "I'm sorry," he said in the moment before he sent a stunner at Trent. He would have to call an elf to get Kane and the nurse, and as much as he hated it he guessed Rowan would have to be told. He couldn't believe he had slept with this man. What if Trent had broken like this when they were together?
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