Just a piece of fic I've been promising Marina for a few days, and have been rubbish and not posted.

FOIP! MASSIVE FOIP!!!! Etc.

Also, sorry there's no cut, stupid Mac doesn't have a "cut" button etc, gah argh.

Also, FOIP!
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She keeps saying that word, and I kept studiously ignoring it, until now.

It's not that I'm not open to the suggestion, I just don't want to imagine the possibilities. I can't let myself get drawn down that path of thought. It... It's too dangerous, I would never sleep easy in my bed again unless I knew they were safe.

For a moment I think about the safeguards, the protections, everything I could do. It wouldn't be enough. Not with the path I tread. My business is death, my job is murder I take a drag from the cigarette, and I flick my eyes to the lady. She is not watching me, she is admiring my fine Rukhi shawl. She can wait for my responce.

Broken things never quite work the same again, no matter how you bandage them. Maybe she isn't suggesting that, but it is certainly what I think she means. I am no great healer, as I explained. I kill and break, I don't heal and fix. Maybe I'm the wrong wemic for this job.

Maybe it's too late to back out now.

Maybe I don't want to back out.

I take another drag, consider for a moment whether I want to know the answer to the question, consider whether it'll change anything, then I ask it anyway.
"Do you think that Jig still wants kittens of his own?"

Tags: ansellina, maelstrom, whisper