He looked at her with shocked disbelief. Five times? He'd been shot five times? And . . . through the heart? That wasn't . . . that couldn't be . . . possible. One look at Rose's face . . . one glance at Aille's expression, and he knew. It was true. It had to be true. He was here, alive, as proof of it. Shot multiple times in the chest . . . through the heart? And still alive?
Immortality.
But more than that . . . the wrenching pain in his soul as he realized what he'd done to them. Not on purpose. Not willingly. But there just the same.
"Oh god." To put her through that agony and fear again . . . so soon after . . . after . . .
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Date: 2005-09-04 03:19 am (UTC)Immortality.
But more than that . . . the wrenching pain in his soul as he realized what he'd done to them. Not on purpose. Not willingly. But there just the same.
"Oh god." To put her through that agony and fear again . . . so soon after . . . after . . .
He began to weep with anguish.