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Subject: *It is*


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Zeth
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Date Posted: 22:03:20 12/07/10 Tue
In reply to: Ashena 's message, "It's a long way back to the place called Home." on 08:52:27 12/07/10 Tue
 It was easier for him to wear a mask of cordiality than it was for most people. It had taken years of training- mostly from his bastard father- for him to achieve most of it. And another good segment of time to have it perfected by the bitch Bri. The façade fit so perfectly he rarely recognized its smooth transition. But today he felt it. Today he felt as though all his energy had been drained slowly away and now this task, so trivial, was requiring more output than the brute could muster. But was it Ashena’s fault that he’d come back? No. Was it her fault that he’d left? No. But each reentry into the city cost him something. His soul was littered with holes and now, upon his latest return, ripped and tattered to shredded remains. How much more grief could the man take? But none of this turmoil even etched the first line into his face. His smile remained glued, his eyes widened and sparkled, and he drank in the familiarity of her presence. Though the scene of acting happy was a ruse, the same could not be said for his happiness to see her. Oh how angry would she be? This thought bemused him and he allowed one tiny strain of thought to float upon its possibility. Would she punch him, kick him, spit in his face for his quick departure—and in principle, his brutal way of dismissing her from the job? Leaving her to fend for herself after almost a year of being comfortably tamed? Or would she be so glad for his return that she’d forgive him and assume he’d done the best he could? I mean- he had left her a note, right?

“Yes, I’m back. Just walked in.” The words surprised even him. They came so easily and so even keel it would have deluded the best. He moved away from the door allowing her access into the warmer quadrant of space. “How’d you know?”
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