He went out to town walking, as per usual. he climbed up the clock tower, and jumped a few roofs, reaching the top of a hotel building. from there, alone up high in the city, he watched the sun set, the stars come out, felt the cool wind against his bandaged skin. he loved it up there. it was beautifull, serene, the kind of beauty that made him forget completely about his fear of hights, or any fea at all. a place where he could think, and all the sad memories didn't bother him, but were still there, not ignored. he could smile, and know that everything was alright. he felt truely alive. and for him, that was something special. something he knew Luc wouldn't ever understand about him, even if he felt the same. because to Twi, his undeath wasn't just physical... it was metaphorical too. it was spiritual.
he smiled, stretched out on the raised central part of th eroof, where the elevator was. he took off his shades and just gazed up at the twilight sky and all the stars twinkling in it. he didn't know how much time had passed, and he didn't care. he could lay there forever and it would still be only a moment to him. he got up and looked out over the edge at the city, seeing Skotti's car full of girls and no Skotti, headed towards some ally. probably some ladies' mission. he isghed, and pulled out a cigar, enjoying himself.
