And I know,
there's something beautiful within my grasp,
And I know,
I think I'm satisfied but it won't last
And I know,
to lace my boots up and pick my path,
I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
-- mac lethal
She sat across from him with the letter resting in her open palms. He was watching the letter more than he was watching her, tense with anxiety. He imagined that the paper was a butterfly in her hands: the simplest movement could crush it without a second thought and brush it to one side, forgotten in a moment's breath. When she looked up at him with those doe brown eyes, he was sure he could feel his heart simply crushed by the weight of them.
He felt his confidence melting. "It's -- it's all there," he began, almost desperately. "He's alive, Julia. I don't know where he ended up -- but he's alive. I can find him, I can bring him back ag--"
"How can you bring him back?" Her eyes were as challenging as her words. "Can you bring back Tohias?"
Her blow wasn't physical, but it hurt just as harshly. "No." His voice was subdued; he was beaten. "No, I can't."
"No, you can't," she confirmed, with a determined disappointment. "You can't bring back me. You can't bring back Ana -- and you can't bring back Donato either. I am happy he is alive. But I have seen you.. and I am afraid to see what kind of man he has become."
He clenched his fist, caught somewhere between disgust and depression. "He's still our brother, Julia. I came, and I found you."
Those eyes, her eyes which he feared and loved, churned with an emotion that he couldn't place -- something too close to pity. "Yes. You found me, and I wish you hadn't, because I don't know what is better any more. I don't know what's good for me, or my family -- a brother who is dead, who I can tell her how kind he was as a child, and how he loved and protected me.. or a man who is dark, who kills to live, and calls himself Sin. Just a shell of someone else pretending to be a boy I loved."
Tohias had no words. And as he quietly rose to exit his sister's home, he felt his heart break when he heard the crumple of paper beneath her fingers.
Sin opened his eyes; the dream was fast fading, but the wounds felt fresh again. It wasn't the first time that memory had plagued him -- it wouldn't be the last. Pale moonlight sifted through the unfamiliar windows and he exhaled a breath, the room cold enough to see it condense in the air before dispersing. Without Salvador or Nineveh, the inn's room seemed intolerably larger than he liked, the bed colder than he preferred; with an irritated noise, he rolled up to a sitting position and wiped the cold sweat off his chest.
Cold air pooled through the open windows as the sinner pushed himself out of bed. The night was still young, and there would be no rest for him tonight. He hastily shrugged on what clothes were near the bed, leaving his trench coat behind as he drifted out of the rented room and made for the remaining tendrils of evening to have a cigarette and control his thoughts.
there's something beautiful within my grasp,
And I know,
I think I'm satisfied but it won't last
And I know,
to lace my boots up and pick my path,
I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
-- mac lethal
She sat across from him with the letter resting in her open palms. He was watching the letter more than he was watching her, tense with anxiety. He imagined that the paper was a butterfly in her hands: the simplest movement could crush it without a second thought and brush it to one side, forgotten in a moment's breath. When she looked up at him with those doe brown eyes, he was sure he could feel his heart simply crushed by the weight of them.
He felt his confidence melting. "It's -- it's all there," he began, almost desperately. "He's alive, Julia. I don't know where he ended up -- but he's alive. I can find him, I can bring him back ag--"
"How can you bring him back?" Her eyes were as challenging as her words. "Can you bring back Tohias?"
Her blow wasn't physical, but it hurt just as harshly. "No." His voice was subdued; he was beaten. "No, I can't."
"No, you can't," she confirmed, with a determined disappointment. "You can't bring back me. You can't bring back Ana -- and you can't bring back Donato either. I am happy he is alive. But I have seen you.. and I am afraid to see what kind of man he has become."
He clenched his fist, caught somewhere between disgust and depression. "He's still our brother, Julia. I came, and I found you."
Those eyes, her eyes which he feared and loved, churned with an emotion that he couldn't place -- something too close to pity. "Yes. You found me, and I wish you hadn't, because I don't know what is better any more. I don't know what's good for me, or my family -- a brother who is dead, who I can tell her how kind he was as a child, and how he loved and protected me.. or a man who is dark, who kills to live, and calls himself Sin. Just a shell of someone else pretending to be a boy I loved."
Tohias had no words. And as he quietly rose to exit his sister's home, he felt his heart break when he heard the crumple of paper beneath her fingers.
Sin opened his eyes; the dream was fast fading, but the wounds felt fresh again. It wasn't the first time that memory had plagued him -- it wouldn't be the last. Pale moonlight sifted through the unfamiliar windows and he exhaled a breath, the room cold enough to see it condense in the air before dispersing. Without Salvador or Nineveh, the inn's room seemed intolerably larger than he liked, the bed colder than he preferred; with an irritated noise, he rolled up to a sitting position and wiped the cold sweat off his chest.
Cold air pooled through the open windows as the sinner pushed himself out of bed. The night was still young, and there would be no rest for him tonight. He hastily shrugged on what clothes were near the bed, leaving his trench coat behind as he drifted out of the rented room and made for the remaining tendrils of evening to have a cigarette and control his thoughts.