[This is how the world of kings works. This is what Paul has tried to explain to Lazarus in circuitous loops and extended analogy; this is what holds the door shut against chaos. Everything and everyone in their place, and sometimes, that means putting people back into theirs.
It's done. A numb resolution that settles in the gouged path of disaster, muddied but still waters. (Don't do it again, as if they all don't know that he will, but they can pretend a while longer; he has time, and whatever he can make out of that time.) Paul presses up to his feet in a slow, puppet-string rise, shaking his hands at the wrists like he can flick dried blood from them like water, and he doesn't flinch from take him home beyond the flutter of lowered lashes over his averted eyes.]
You'll go somewhere safe. [Contained, pressurized, a bubble of atmosphere plunged into deep water and buckling under it.] Tell me. Then we'll go.
[As if he can transmute the order (plea) to one given to him, spin the current that's dragging them towards dim future echoes of this conversation in another direction by word alone.]
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It's done. A numb resolution that settles in the gouged path of disaster, muddied but still waters. (Don't do it again, as if they all don't know that he will, but they can pretend a while longer; he has time, and whatever he can make out of that time.) Paul presses up to his feet in a slow, puppet-string rise, shaking his hands at the wrists like he can flick dried blood from them like water, and he doesn't flinch from take him home beyond the flutter of lowered lashes over his averted eyes.]
You'll go somewhere safe. [Contained, pressurized, a bubble of atmosphere plunged into deep water and buckling under it.] Tell me. Then we'll go.
[As if he can transmute the order (plea) to one given to him, spin the current that's dragging them towards dim future echoes of this conversation in another direction by word alone.]