If he's expecting a reaction, he doesn't get one. This could be the Elysian Field of dead heroes, would be, if Owen or Ryan had their say. Or Dante's Inferno, Seventh circle for Violence, or Eighth, tenth Bolgia for fraud for falsifiers and he her tormenter. It wouldn't change anything.
When the sun comes up, it will be beautiful here. Even if it's a Division prison or an ibogaine dream or literary metaphor... An island, far away from everything, after Percy is dead and Amanda will never try to find them. She closes her eyes.
Her voice doesn't waver. No tears threaten. Not this time. "Michael's not here, is he?"
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Date: 2012-06-11 07:30 am (UTC)From:When the sun comes up, it will be beautiful here. Even if it's a Division prison or an ibogaine dream or literary metaphor... An island, far away from everything, after Percy is dead and Amanda will never try to find them. She closes her eyes.
Her voice doesn't waver. No tears threaten. Not this time. "Michael's not here, is he?"