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Another week gone, another couple of days spent hauling bodies from a hospital to a funeral home, waiting for them to reanimate. Mitchell had strayed onto the island early, wandering. His own thoughts were a messy jumble; he could use some quiet.
He wasn't even sure when he'd wound up so close to the graveyard, but there he was. ('It's a bit like raising an army, isn't it?' Seth had giggled about the last fledgeling. Somehow that had felt utterly, utterly wrong - they were working to improve the world, here, not raze it to the ground - and he'd been out of it since.)
"Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind, sleep forever," he sang, softly, and mostly under his breath; a little louder, he added, "Sometimes my darkest friend is me again, have you ever--"
He didn't quite realise anything strange was going on.
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He wasn't even sure when he'd wound up so close to the graveyard, but there he was. ('It's a bit like raising an army, isn't it?' Seth had giggled about the last fledgeling. Somehow that had felt utterly, utterly wrong - they were working to improve the world, here, not raze it to the ground - and he'd been out of it since.)
"Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind, sleep forever," he sang, softly, and mostly under his breath; a little louder, he added, "Sometimes my darkest friend is me again, have you ever--"
He didn't quite realise anything strange was going on.
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Date: 2010-11-07 12:58 pm (UTC)"Fine," he said. "Fine, whatever you like, Kate." The anger took him by surprise. "Whatever, right?"
He took another step backwards. Going, now.
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Date: 2010-11-07 01:10 pm (UTC)"Yes, Mitchell, whatever," she replied in short, clipped tones. Being able to speak wasn't much of a consolation. "Just a stupid human, right?"
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Date: 2010-11-07 01:41 pm (UTC)He was going to regret that later.
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Date: 2010-11-07 01:46 pm (UTC)She shook her head, pulled on a mask of indifference.
"I don't think I deserve any of this, but... Whatever."