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Quentin Smith ([personal profile] pharmacy) wrote2023-07-26 07:53 pm
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[personal profile] minuteofangle 2024-04-27 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Daryl will probably cut my throat with one of those knives of his, Gabe thinks distantly. He'd deserve it. But this is where they stand now. Nothing changes, not a damn thing. Eli used to talk about karma, about trying to put more good than evil back into the world like they weren't murderers for hire deep down, playing a game against poor fuckers even worse off than themselves instead of soldiers. Like it wasn't just us vs. them played out on a grand and minuscule scale in turns, on and on the wheel spins.

Karma's a pipe dream. People just make choices. ]


This place hasn't turned you mean yet. [ He sighs. What he leaves unspoken is the second part: Like me. ] Try not to let it, will you? You remind me of someone.
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[personal profile] minuteofangle 2024-04-27 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a faint huff. And then, because it's not the sort of thing you survive lying about: ]

I hope he's alive.