"Say hi to Ash, Void"
"Plt, dear..."
"Hm?"
"... Unless you want me to 'say hi' to him with a bullet, I had better never see him again. Do you understand me?"
"... **bleep**."
Void had sighed, watching Plt storm out of the club. Perhaps he could have said that another way... But no, there was little time left for caring, with him. He had said what he had said because that was the way it was supposed to be. The truth of the matter was, Void had never left a job incomplete. He had never failed, ultimately, to complete his duty. Yet, the child still lived, and it had been his task - his job - to ensure that that did not happen - that Plt had nothing to hang onto that might hold her back from doing her own duty, endangering herself and fellow operatives.
... Yet, he had let them both go, baby alive, Plt... happy.
He couldn't explain why he had done that, and so retired to the bar of the club, which certainly carried in quantity what it lacked in quality. At length, he found himself contemplating the events of the night, what he had had to do, and what he had left undone.
Perhaps, he thought, everyone deserved a little chance, now and then.
... But just a little one.
- Void
"Plt, dear..."
"Hm?"
"... Unless you want me to 'say hi' to him with a bullet, I had better never see him again. Do you understand me?"
"... **bleep**."
Void had sighed, watching Plt storm out of the club. Perhaps he could have said that another way... But no, there was little time left for caring, with him. He had said what he had said because that was the way it was supposed to be. The truth of the matter was, Void had never left a job incomplete. He had never failed, ultimately, to complete his duty. Yet, the child still lived, and it had been his task - his job - to ensure that that did not happen - that Plt had nothing to hang onto that might hold her back from doing her own duty, endangering herself and fellow operatives.
... Yet, he had let them both go, baby alive, Plt... happy.
He couldn't explain why he had done that, and so retired to the bar of the club, which certainly carried in quantity what it lacked in quality. At length, he found himself contemplating the events of the night, what he had had to do, and what he had left undone.
Perhaps, he thought, everyone deserved a little chance, now and then.
... But just a little one.
- Void
Recursion: n - See Recursion.
