[FIN] That Broke The Back

[BlackPidgeot]

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?  

[Blood_Goddess]

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.  

[BlackPidgeot]

After a few moments of waiting, her hands now gripping his shoulders, Lance's eyes opened once more.

She hadn't done it. Yet there was still nothing from him. Obviously she couldn't go through with it. Perhaps he didn't care. Or perhaps, he'd already known.

"Why?" he then asked. Not able to expound on the vague question.

He still wanted to know. Although really, he may have just wanted to hear her speak. To keep her there with him. Faleen was the only person there that had been any semblance of a friend to him. He still cared for her. And these past two years had been rather lonely.  

[Blood_Goddess]

She heard his question, and a number of replies surfaced in her mind, each making less sense to her then the last. Why?

She said nothing, just hung there, shoulders trembling before her hands finally fell off of him, and moved to clasp her face in them.
Any words she could have said were simply replaced with draining sobs.  

[BlackPidgeot]

For a moment he could only sit there and watch her sob. Expressing emotion he had never seen her display before. Lance couldn't possibly know what had brought this on. Why she suddenly came at him like this after two years.

But it caused something in him to stir.

Slowly, tentatively, he reached out. Placing his hands on hers. Knowing full well she would probably shun him, but he did it anyway.  

[Blood_Goddess]

It was a few seconds after he touched her, before she reacted, recoiling sharply from his touch.
"Don't-" She choked out through a sob, moving herself back away from him, pushing herself to her feet. "Don't..."

Faleen took one step back, before standing her ground, staring down at him, though barely seeing him through the blur of her vision.  

[BlackPidgeot]

All right. Lowering his hands, Lance didn't move for a few moments. Eventually, he reached for the fallen mop and then pushed himself back to his feet. His eyes returning to the same lackluster state they had been before. The only difference being that he had a swelling bruise on his face.

Wordlessly, he started to go back to his mopping.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Faleen watched him as he stood, bringing his mop with him and continued his work.
Being unable to move until Lance was back on his feet... and simply continued his job.

Faleen looked away sharply, stepping back two more times before she briskly continued down the hall, breezing past him without a single look, keeping her head bowed.

This would be the last... this would be the last...