Green place, is the first thing he thinks, a little stupidly, when he opens his eyes. But no -- there is no green place anymore, except whatever is atop the Citadel, and he knows he's not there. He knows he died. He remembers dying very clearly. But there are no gates here, no feasts, no trumpeting horns or thunderous choirs. It's quiet. It's green.
He walks out onto the green eventually, hesitating when he feels the springiness of the ground under his feet. That doesn't feel normal at all to him. But his legs feel strong, and after a moment he realizes that he feels strong all over: his scars are still there, raised and proud, but Larry and Barry are gone, and he can breathe more easily than he has in years. Like the green, it's too unfamiliar to think of it as good yet. He moves on until he spots a still white figure up ahead and his eyes widen.]
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Date: 2015-06-10 03:22 am (UTC)Green place, is the first thing he thinks, a little stupidly, when he opens his eyes. But no -- there is no green place anymore, except whatever is atop the Citadel, and he knows he's not there. He knows he died. He remembers dying very clearly. But there are no gates here, no feasts, no trumpeting horns or thunderous choirs. It's quiet. It's green.
He walks out onto the green eventually, hesitating when he feels the springiness of the ground under his feet. That doesn't feel normal at all to him. But his legs feel strong, and after a moment he realizes that he feels strong all over: his scars are still there, raised and proud, but Larry and Barry are gone, and he can breathe more easily than he has in years. Like the green, it's too unfamiliar to think of it as good yet. He moves on until he spots a still white figure up ahead and his eyes widen.]
Splendid.