[ She had died just before the alarm had been raised, and the enemy had come howling down in search of him. In the chaos of the moment, he had been caught vulnerable - and he had come to the Station. Exchanged one connection for a many number of others, all far more needy and louder than what he had known.
Could Baghra have been saved, had he known her just a little better? Had he remembered how willing she was to commit to action? Had she been saved -- would she have come as well?No, not her. He remembers her tone, and the way her blind eyes saw. And he tells himself: stop living in that moment. Live in the thousand once more. ]
It's possible, [ he echoes, touching a hand to the wall, seeking out visual cues so that he might remember where things are in relation to another. ] But, she clearly preferred death. She was old. She was tired. [ And he needs to change the subject: ] Who are you, Cathaway? To us, I mean.
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Could Baghra have been saved, had he known her just a little better? Had he remembered how willing she was to commit to action? Had she been saved -- would she have come as well?No, not her. He remembers her tone, and the way her blind eyes saw. And he tells himself: stop living in that moment. Live in the thousand once more. ]
It's possible, [ he echoes, touching a hand to the wall, seeking out visual cues so that he might remember where things are in relation to another. ] But, she clearly preferred death. She was old. She was tired. [ And he needs to change the subject: ] Who are you, Cathaway? To us, I mean.