[too late... had he found her too late? or maybe there had never been any hope of reasoning with her at all, and the fault of that...
the fault of that was laid at Mayfield's feet.
there's a grimace at his lips as he watches the wings unfold into something truly a wonder to behold -- it might have been beautiful, if not for what it meant. she intended to kill him... not just him, but everyone. everything.
and not because she wanted to.]
...I'll always forgive you.
[there would never come a day he wouldn't. his fingers lift, something distinctly sad and begrieved in blue eyes as he pulls glasses off his face.]
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the fault of that was laid at Mayfield's feet.
there's a grimace at his lips as he watches the wings unfold into something truly a wonder to behold -- it might have been beautiful, if not for what it meant. she intended to kill him... not just him, but everyone. everything.
and not because she wanted to.]
...I'll always forgive you.
[there would never come a day he wouldn't. his fingers lift, something distinctly sad and begrieved in blue eyes as he pulls glasses off his face.]
I hope you can forgive me, too.