A little voice inside my head said, "Don't look back, you can never look back."

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[Early evening, day 327, Friday, April 27]
[Nearby the tower]


Been thinkin' 'bout what Simon told me fer th'past couple days. Zann wuz m'main concern, but folk told me't Genny'd gone t'see'er, an'I figure't wuz best t'let'em work thin's out ferra bit first. An'n th'meantime, been thinkin' a lot 'bout what'e said 'bout th'Psycho Monster'n me.

Wouldn't gen'rally be hard t'see why'e'd pull somethin' like'at. Know how much'e likes fuckin' wit' folks, an' ain't like's got much love fer me'n mine...'r anybody else. But....

But.

If'n'e jes' wanted t'bed me t'fuck 'round, 'e coulda. 'e got done up azza pretty woman, found me when I wanted a good lay, an' nature took'er course. But I 'member crossin' th'bridge. I 'member'im fallin' on'er knees'n th'rain, weepin' inta'is hands. Givin'im a cig'rette. Now I ain't sayin'e can't be fooled, an'I ain't sayin'e wouldn't lie, but'at sorta stuff wuzn't nec'ssary. I wuz already goin' t'bed wittim. 'e di'n't need t'cry 'n draw me in more. I don't get what'e wuz tryin' t'do.

An'en'ere's th'cig'rette case. I taken't out since Simon'd told me, an've had't wit' me when've been workin', an'I ain't sensed no badness from't. Silver soaks up magic like a bloody sponge, but't ain't got nothin' onnit's far's I c'n see. I found't on m'bloody pillow th'mornin' after, an'I can't see no reason for'im t'ave left't. 'less'ere's somethin' so subtle onnit't I can't see, an'm pretty sure I could. So.

So I finished m'mornin' gath'rin', laid all't I had to out t'dry. I had some lunch, I slung m'bag over m'shoulder, an'I headed north. An' when I got t'th'tower I knocked on th'door.

"Alright you," I says when th'door opens. "Let's talk."


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A little voice inside my head said, "Don't look back, you can never look back."

[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

[Early evening, day 327, Friday, April 27]
[Nearby the tower]


Been thinkin' 'bout what Simon told me fer th'past couple days. Zann wuz m'main concern, but folk told me't Genny'd gone t'see'er, an'I figure't wuz best t'let'em work thin's out ferra bit first. An'n th'meantime, been thinkin' a lot 'bout what'e said 'bout th'Psycho Monster'n me.

Wouldn't gen'rally be hard t'see why'e'd pull somethin' like'at. Know how much'e likes fuckin' wit' folks, an' ain't like's got much love fer me'n mine...'r anybody else. But....

But.

If'n'e jes' wanted t'bed me t'fuck 'round, 'e coulda. 'e got done up azza pretty woman, found me when I wanted a good lay, an' nature took'er course. But I 'member crossin' th'bridge. I 'member'im fallin' on'er knees'n th'rain, weepin' inta'is hands. Givin'im a cig'rette. Now I ain't sayin'e can't be fooled, an'I ain't sayin'e wouldn't lie, but'at sorta stuff wuzn't nec'ssary. I wuz already goin' t'bed wittim. 'e di'n't need t'cry 'n draw me in more. I don't get what'e wuz tryin' t'do.

An'en'ere's th'cig'rette case. I taken't out since Simon'd told me, an've had't wit' me when've been workin', an'I ain't sensed no badness from't. Silver soaks up magic like a bloody sponge, but't ain't got nothin' onnit's far's I c'n see. I found't on m'bloody pillow th'mornin' after, an'I can't see no reason for'im t'ave left't. 'less'ere's somethin' so subtle onnit't I can't see, an'm pretty sure I could. So.

So I finished m'mornin' gath'rin', laid all't I had to out t'dry. I had some lunch, I slung m'bag over m'shoulder, an'I headed north. An' when I got t'th'tower I knocked on th'door.

"Alright you," I says when th'door opens. "Let's talk."


[OPEN to IBLIS]