[As always. Unchanging as the desert and as immovable as the mountains, he will have to keep putting one foot in front of the other until he hates everything.
Until nothing new or surprising happens for decades, because humans might be fickle and wavering, but they are also very predictable. Acting on their emotions, basing their decisions on fear, when a calmer hand and a more rational mind is the better way.
He watches Daisy anyway, he has no reason to. She's nothing now, just another body hurtling through the emptiness of space with him. Just another name he will forget in time and once he has all the orbs, she will be less than a footnote in his personal history. Even if he does miss the sounds of her in the dark, it is the human side of him. The part that he wills down deep.
The warmth of her skin as she sleeps so close to him, something no one had done in more years than he cares to remember.]
I took the tunnels. [Alone, the darkness pressing in from all sides and nothing but the sound of Peter talking in his ear.
The Darkling clears his throat, setting his glass down on the table between them.]
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[As always. Unchanging as the desert and as immovable as the mountains, he will have to keep putting one foot in front of the other until he hates everything.
Until nothing new or surprising happens for decades, because humans might be fickle and wavering, but they are also very predictable. Acting on their emotions, basing their decisions on fear, when a calmer hand and a more rational mind is the better way.
He watches Daisy anyway, he has no reason to. She's nothing now, just another body hurtling through the emptiness of space with him. Just another name he will forget in time and once he has all the orbs, she will be less than a footnote in his personal history. Even if he does miss the sounds of her in the dark, it is the human side of him. The part that he wills down deep.
The warmth of her skin as she sleeps so close to him, something no one had done in more years than he cares to remember.]
I took the tunnels. [Alone, the darkness pressing in from all sides and nothing but the sound of Peter talking in his ear.
The Darkling clears his throat, setting his glass down on the table between them.]
I owe you an apology.