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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 9, 2008 19:54:03 GMT -5
"She was bleeding," Herbert said slowly, "from her throat and... well, you know..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 9, 2008 19:56:49 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, I see," *he interjected quickly, cringing.* "The poor child..."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 9, 2008 20:06:45 GMT -5
"I don't know why she didn't fall unconscious, between the bites and the- what they did to her. But she was still awake through everything- even as I carried her upstairs, her teeth were changing, her hair was dropping off like petals from a flower... and she didn't say a word, the whole time. Not even when I killed them."
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 9, 2008 20:09:46 GMT -5
*He nodded silently, his troubled frown deepening.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 9, 2008 20:20:11 GMT -5
"I will never, ever be able to forget that look on her face. The way she just stared out at nothing... It was as though there was nothing left inside her. I suppose there can't have been. Having one's humanity stolen in the same instance as... I should have told her I lived. I should have written and lied and said I was alive."
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 9, 2008 20:24:39 GMT -5
"It wasn't your fault- there's no way you could have known," *he said, shaking his head sadly.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 9, 2008 20:37:06 GMT -5
"That's what she said," Herbert muttered. "Several times. But the fact remains that she would have not been laying on that bed with her hair all gone and her skirts torn and scratches all over her skin-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 9, 2008 20:41:22 GMT -5
"I know, love. But- things happen sometimes that we don't have any control over. It's not your fault."
*He sighed.*
"I know she wouldn't want you brooding over it."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 9, 2008 20:51:32 GMT -5
Herbert stared at him for a long moment, an expression of something bordering on contempt casting a shadow over his features.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 9, 2008 20:55:23 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, of course. Say a few pretty words and it'll all go away, won't it, Zira dear?" he snarled, pulling his arms away from the angel. "'It's not your fault, love'- never mind how it feels!"
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 9, 2008 20:58:17 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," *he snapped.*
"I don't know what else I'm supposed to say!"
((I have to go. Night, babe.))
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 9, 2008 21:12:48 GMT -5
"Maybe your greeting-card brand of comfort is of no use in situations like this!" Herbert shot back.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 10, 2008 5:44:23 GMT -5
"It's the only kind I know," *he said, his hurt feelings turning sympathy to irritation.* "Pardon me if I don't want to see you miserable."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 10, 2008 10:28:57 GMT -5
Herbert covered his own eyes and groaned in a gesture so similar to his father's standard reaction of irritation that it was enough to make one wonder if it was genetic. "Sometimes, there is nothing you can possibly do to make it better."
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 10, 2008 11:08:04 GMT -5
"Shall I leave you to wallow, then?" *he asked irratably.*
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