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Jun. 1st, 2005 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lvpd_sidle"You knew." The accusation comes from the lips of a bloody corpse. "You knew and ya didn't try ta even stop it."
"Deartháir..." Her voice is faint. She drops to her knees, pulling his torso up to rest against her. No breathing. No heartbeats. He is dead.
Dead.
"I'm sorry."
"Aren't ya always sorry about one thing or th' other, Sara?" She spins at the words, to be greeted by cold steel.
Cold blue eyes meet grief-stricken brown.
A shot rings out.
"Deartháir..." Her voice is faint. She drops to her knees, pulling his torso up to rest against her. No breathing. No heartbeats. He is dead.
Dead.
"I'm sorry."
"Aren't ya always sorry about one thing or th' other, Sara?" She spins at the words, to be greeted by cold steel.
Cold blue eyes meet grief-stricken brown.
A shot rings out.
