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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:17 pm
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As her fingers wrapped around his neck, Lance didn't move. He merely looked back at her with that same dull look in his eyes. And as her words reached his ears, he relaxed. Eyelids drooping and then falling shut completely, as if in acceptance.
If she wanted him dead, then why not just do it? At this point, he didn't mind. It was probably better that way. And if it would help her, then it was worth it, wasn't it? It had been two years, and the League had probably given up on him at this point. There was no telling how much longer he'd have to endure this. Perhaps he would be here forever.
If she hated him so much, then why not end it. But then, why was she hesitating?
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:53 pm
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Her teeth gritted when he closed his eyes, at if asking her for it. Though, instead of continued anger, an anguish replace her features. What an idiot. Her hands slid limply from his neck, strong hands clamping at his shoulders instead as her face lowered down again.
Faleen didn't know what she was doing, she wanted him dead so badly, but why? the Agent had no clear answer, she didn't know if killing him would be more to free herself, or just to free him. Or both. And the thoughts hurt her, confused her. She wanted nothing to do with them, she just wanted him dead!
There was a bigger reason she didn't just end it now though, one that she would never forget. She was a Rocket, like Umbreon. Killing him would go against the wishes of the organization. And as long as it was going against the organization... She wouldn't ever tighten her hands.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 7:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 7:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 7:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 9:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 9:25 pm
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