"She can do whatever she damn well wants." Head in both hands now, and still clutching at his hair; he can't see past the edges of his palms. "She's Death."
Helpless, he drops both hands with a defeated flourish and exhales, saying brokenly, "It's just extra time. All of this. That's all it is."
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:02 am (UTC)Helpless, he drops both hands with a defeated flourish and exhales, saying brokenly, "It's just extra time. All of this. That's all it is."