There's limits. There're rules. It's all in the playbook.
But the thing is, you can't put all of life in the book. She thinks. She thinks that's the secret she knows, that there are things you can't write down and can't be understood except by experiencing, and she thinks a lot of things and smooths his hair, gently.
"I'll offer him a hand, too. I can do that. I can't--Desire is a bitch, y'see? Always has been, always will be. World without end amen, as they say. But I can offer Jack a hand. I'll do that, if you want."
It's more than a lot get. Death waits for everyone, and you can't escape her. She's not like Death. It's entirely possible to avoid her, if you want to, and she's the kind you find half by accident and half by seeking out and half because you're blessed.
Too many halves, she thinks, and starts to fracture again, and makes herself not.
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Date: 2006-10-14 05:40 pm (UTC)There's limits. There're rules. It's all in the playbook.
But the thing is, you can't put all of life in the book. She thinks. She thinks that's the secret she knows, that there are things you can't write down and can't be understood except by experiencing, and she thinks a lot of things and smooths his hair, gently.
"I'll offer him a hand, too. I can do that. I can't--Desire is a bitch, y'see? Always has been, always will be. World without end amen, as they say. But I can offer Jack a hand. I'll do that, if you want."
It's more than a lot get. Death waits for everyone, and you can't escape her. She's not like Death. It's entirely possible to avoid her, if you want to, and she's the kind you find half by accident and half by seeking out and half because you're blessed.
Too many halves, she thinks, and starts to fracture again, and makes herself not.
"...And I'll steal Desire's cigarettes."