[ She leans in, and were the circumstance not what it is (a meeting in a dream, something which does and does not feel like reality), she would be close enough such that their foreheads might touch, if only he were to lean forward too. But gold eyes only shy away from green, falling downcast as he searches for the words which he should have said to her in any of their many meetings, perhaps even on that night when he'd whisked Gwen away from Alice's home in Leith: ]
Alone. As I once was. And so, I reached out to you as I reached out to him, but in the end...
[ Abruptly, his tears stop. His voice sobers, going cold in a way it never before has been— ]
My touch is poison, Alice.
[ Potent enough to dissolve away the body in his arms, the boy's limbs, torso, and head dissipating into aetherous particles and mirrorlike fragments, glittering and glinting before they disappear in the blink of an eye, and Sion is left with nothing and no one to hold, only--...
An envelope, addressed to him, though the Director cannot bring himself to open it and read its contents.
Instead, he extends it to Alice, his hands bloodied and trembling. ]
I do not wish to read this.
[ If Alice should open the envelope, inside she'll find a directive meant for him—acclimation training, to be completed to standard, involving the silencing of resistance members said to have overtaken a Company storehouse. ]
If you cannot leave, please take it from me. I don't want to hurt anyone.
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[ She leans in, and were the circumstance not what it is (a meeting in a dream, something which does and does not feel like reality), she would be close enough such that their foreheads might touch, if only he were to lean forward too. But gold eyes only shy away from green, falling downcast as he searches for the words which he should have said to her in any of their many meetings, perhaps even on that night when he'd whisked Gwen away from Alice's home in Leith: ]
Alone. As I once was. And so, I reached out to you as I reached out to him, but in the end...
[ Abruptly, his tears stop. His voice sobers, going cold in a way it never before has been— ]
My touch is poison, Alice.
[ Potent enough to dissolve away the body in his arms, the boy's limbs, torso, and head dissipating into aetherous particles and mirrorlike fragments, glittering and glinting before they disappear in the blink of an eye, and Sion is left with nothing and no one to hold, only--...
An envelope, addressed to him, though the Director cannot bring himself to open it and read its contents.
Instead, he extends it to Alice, his hands bloodied and trembling. ]
I do not wish to read this.
[ If Alice should open the envelope, inside she'll find a directive meant for him—acclimation training, to be completed to standard, involving the silencing of resistance members said to have overtaken a Company storehouse. ]
If you cannot leave, please take it from me. I don't want to hurt anyone.