Born perfect, born different, born better than your best
I wasn't there when he died, but they told me it was quick. It was supposed to make me and Alessa feel better, I think, when they said it. He said it. It was Darius who delivered the news. I don't know why he lied; maybe it was to spare Alessa's feelings, maybe it was something that he thought he should say. He died quickly, and he didn't suffer. Darius' eyes wandered the room as he was talking; when they landed on a mirror he winced and glared at me. He was wearing plain Legion uniform, black, smooth and disgustingly spotless except for the one white thread hanging on his arm where he kept worrying the cloth with his gloved hand. I was asking questions that made him uncomfortable, a common man's questions about dates and funeral arrangements, and Darius clearly wanted to talk about something else. If it was about duty to the country, heroism and eternal memory, I was doing him a favor - had he even started on that I knew Alessa would have him killed in the most painful way.
а потом там будет про семью, любовь и мою любимую концепцию воскрешения людей из мёртвых. история обещает быть неприятная.
и да, восторги оставлять в комментах)
а потом там будет про семью, любовь и мою любимую концепцию воскрешения людей из мёртвых. история обещает быть неприятная.
и да, восторги оставлять в комментах)
) И вся я такая талантливая, и вся я такая увлечённая, и умная такая вся.