[ It occurs to Ephemera, watching Felix and the rising curl of smoke, that this is the first time they've had a conversation that didn't somehow end bloody. It felt inevitable, just what people like them do at the end of the day. It was almost simple, except for that tiny part at the end where they didn't kill each other.
Could have. There were openings, clear as day. And yet, they held back every time.
Ephemera breathes out slow. He's calm. It won't last, it never does. But right now, he's steady as stone. ]
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Could have. There were openings, clear as day. And yet, they held back every time.
Ephemera breathes out slow. He's calm. It won't last, it never does. But right now, he's steady as stone. ]
All right.
[ Exhale, soldier. ]