[They have not exploded here and now. Nothing as far as he knows has come to an end.]
[He still feels it, of course. That hanging feeling of "this can't last, this won't last, you know the well of karma will have its due". He doesn't know how to be rid of it. Maybe even after this, he'll go home, stare at the wall, and ask himself if this is something he can even bear to go through.]
[Fixers are not made to have relationships, right?]
[He remembers a man, with tears streaking down his face under a mask, his suit soaked in blood.]
[If Daan dies, and dies for good, will he take a page from that book? (Ha. Book...]
["No matter whose death unfolds before me, I have resolved to walk down this path." He once told himself.]
[......But Daan is smiling. He's smiling, and he can't help it. His heart has always been a vulnerable thing.]
Say. You kept saying you had a list of reasons why you'd never let me go. What was it?
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[They have not exploded here and now. Nothing as far as he knows has come to an end.]
[He still feels it, of course. That hanging feeling of "this can't last, this won't last, you know the well of karma will have its due". He doesn't know how to be rid of it. Maybe even after this, he'll go home, stare at the wall, and ask himself if this is something he can even bear to go through.]
[Fixers are not made to have relationships, right?]
[He remembers a man, with tears streaking down his face under a mask, his suit soaked in blood.]
[If Daan dies, and dies for good, will he take a page from that book? (Ha. Book...]
["No matter whose death unfolds before me, I have resolved to walk down this path." He once told himself.]
[......But Daan is smiling. He's smiling, and he can't help it. His heart has always been a vulnerable thing.]
Say. You kept saying you had a list of reasons why you'd never let me go. What was it?