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045. - It's hard to say goodbye.
Mar. 11th, 2012 08:46 pm[He can fit his whole life in a backpack and a duffel bag; it used to be just the backpack, but he's gotten some things since he's been here that he doesn't want to lose. He carefully winds the necklace that had been Marie's around his hand before slipping it into his pocket, then pulls David Webb's dogtags on over his head, tucking them into his shirt. From here back to Manhattan, and from Manhattan to God knows where, in a world where time will pick up exactly as he left it and he's spent the last two years fighting for nothing.
It's too much. He's running away and he doesn't even care because it's too much anymore. Maybe he'll return, but he doesn't know when or if it'll even be up to him if he gets another chance. But the Admiral was the dumb sod who'd picked him in the first place, so maybe it'd happen again someday. He doesn't know. Doesn't really care, come to that; he hates pretty much everybody here. But there's one person who's stuck around, one person who's stuck by him no matter what.
He owes her a goodbye at least.]
[Private to Claire.]
Got a minute?
It's too much. He's running away and he doesn't even care because it's too much anymore. Maybe he'll return, but he doesn't know when or if it'll even be up to him if he gets another chance. But the Admiral was the dumb sod who'd picked him in the first place, so maybe it'd happen again someday. He doesn't know. Doesn't really care, come to that; he hates pretty much everybody here. But there's one person who's stuck around, one person who's stuck by him no matter what.
He owes her a goodbye at least.]
[Private to Claire.]
Got a minute?
