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Aug. 2nd, 2012 04:27 pmIt continues to circle around in his head. Anahuraue, the Sapa Inca herself, is standing there in all her finery, as lovely as she has been for every single day since he found himself back here. In the corner of his eye, he can see Laurence and the others. He tries hard not to think about what passed between them, but it's difficult - it's difficult not to dwell on how quiet he felt and how safe, for a handful of moments. It had helped him realise that he could change things. That certain things were not necessarily written.
He dwells on that for a moment and, before he entirely knows what he's doing, he reaches up with his good hand, fumbling with the clasp of the red cloak and letting it drop, heavy, to the floor.
"No," he says, quietly. "Not this time."
He dwells on that for a moment and, before he entirely knows what he's doing, he reaches up with his good hand, fumbling with the clasp of the red cloak and letting it drop, heavy, to the floor.
"No," he says, quietly. "Not this time."