[Nothing kills the confidence, Darras might say, like someone saying there's a letter in the locked drawer of my desk. A particular coldness comes into Darras' chest, not unlike the feeling he'd had when he'd heard that first rumor of Taviano.]
If it's bad enough that you're directing me there, [he starts, when he replies. If it's bad enough, don't go. He stops himself, before he gets there, because if the worst happens, and happens for true--not just rumors, assumptions, messages unsent, but for true, final, for good and all--then the last conversation ought not to be an argument.]
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Date: 2018-09-18 06:10 pm (UTC)If it's bad enough that you're directing me there, [he starts, when he replies. If it's bad enough, don't go. He stops himself, before he gets there, because if the worst happens, and happens for true--not just rumors, assumptions, messages unsent, but for true, final, for good and all--then the last conversation ought not to be an argument.]
Where are you now?