No Reason - A Little Drabble Do Ya
May. 22nd, 2013 07:34 am
Neither man had anything to offer, no words of wisdom or comfort. One of their own was gone, a good agent who would not live to serve another day in the fight against evil and corruption.
Napoleon felt tired, burdened by the loss. What did it mean to be Chief Enforcement Agent? It meant you felt angry and … empty.
“Why do some of us come home safe, Illya?’ A sigh punctuated the misery… “How is that we survive and he didn’t?”
Illya recognized his friend’s agony, but for all of his facility with languages, there were no words now.
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