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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 3:30 pm
Eyes closed as he quietly stood with his back turned to her. He already knew what darkness was capable of. There was a time when he wasn't all that different from her. However, now there was a distinct separation between them.
"Then I don't expect us to ever speak again." The dragon master said in a neutral tone.
Whether she realized it or not, Faleen had become different because of their time together. One thing especially is that she had gained a greater appreciation for her Pokemon. This, however, was the last favor he would ever do for her as her friend.
Walking back to the simple prison bed, Lance sat down on the edge of it, pointing his gaze at a wall.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 10:30 pm
This didn't at all surprise her, She expected to never see him again after this, and as if to further validate his ending comment the dark blond Agent made no comment to it, no retorting remark.
Softly her face inclined down, bowing her head as arms once again folded across her ribs.
Something in her chest hurt, biting her lip to try and distract from it only proved to provide more discomfort, though it served to lessen the prickling in the bridge of her nose.
So that was that... there was no question about how things had to be. She had to accept the fact that her friend was dead, and simply move forward.
Faleen Knew that she had to anticipate the high possibility of loss being a Rocket, one didn't have This kind of work and think things won't be difficult sometimes.
Will wasn't anything more but a bitter memory, while Lance would rot away in this cell, or suffer whatever fate Team Rocket decided for him.
It was Faleen who still had a future, at least for the time being.
She was an agent now, doing a job she had only dreamed of before, under the authority of Elite Seth, a superior she respected, and admired.
She would be okay.
Lifting her head back up, so she could open her hazel eyes to cast one last glance to the man in the cell, an enemy of Team Rocket, an enemy to her.
The sound of her boots scraping against the ground followed her stance turning away from the cell, and without even an indignant sniff she walked away.
The only sound was the fall of her boots fading up the steps.
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She could feel the cold of the brig walls through her gloves as she trudged heavily up the stares, back to level flooring where her boots lined with one another and stopped.
Black fingers slid down the wall, only to be raised up, balled and pushed firmly between her eyes and the bridge of her nose as she leaned into it.
Allowing the uncomfortable pressure to remain as she reflected.
She couldn't exactly say she felt better, but she seemed to have gotten what she had come for... closure.
Her memories slid further back, to where she was in the helicopter. Reaching a hand out to wake the sleeping grunt in the seat by hers, descending the caves with the rest of the team, covered in mud, not her finest moment, but it was taken in good humor.
She looked to her friend who was last to join the group, checking up on him, he confirmed things were good, and opted to take the rear...
And that was the last she had seen of him.
I lost a friend that day...
With a sharp intake of breath through her nose, she lifted her head off of her fist while the rest of her body pieced itself back together, posture tall once again, dignified, with a trained eloquence. her face lifted, shaking the hair from her calm featured, and with hands folded once again behind her back, her long, confident stride picked up where it had left off, and she left the brig, and Lance behind her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:58 am
He listened to the sound of her footfalls as Faleen walked away without another word. As he stared at the wall, his stoic expression contorted slightly to one of grief and deep hurt. Lance's lips parted slightly, wanting to call out to her... to say something, but instead he stopped himself and clenched his teeth.
Despite the wounds, the abuse, everything thus far... none of it held a candle to the pain he was suffering right then. This was more agonizing than anything Nadja had thrown at him. Taking on the guise of a Rocket and gathering information had been a part of his mission. Lance had never expected to meet one that he genuinely liked and enjoyed spending time with. Will may be dead, or rather, never have existed at all in all technicality, but Lance was Will. He had acted himself around her, as dangerous as it likely had been. But he dared not say such to Faleen. As a champion, he had many adoring fans and people that admired him, but true near and dear friends were hard to come by. How ironic that he had found one in the very organization he despised.
Once the door shut, and Faleen was gone, Lance's head fell into his hands. His fingers gripping at the unruly mess of red hair.
This was how it had to be, it had to be done, as much as he hated the words that came from his mouth. Lance had to let her go, for his sake, but especially for hers. If they ever met again, it would be as enemies, there couldn't be any attachments. Such things would put Faleen in danger. As cruel as it was, this was the closure that they needed, to put things behind them and to move forward.
After a few moments, Lance lifted his head again and then laid down on the bed. He desperately needed rest, so that he could heal and hopefully regain some of his strength. Right now, he just wanted to get his Pokemon back and go home. But he had to be patient, because he knew the League wouldn't abandon him. They'd had a plan in case this happened, and he knew it was only a matter of time.
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