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Newborn life replacing all of us Changing this fable we live in No longer needed here So where do we go? Will you take a journey tonight... Follow me past the walls of death? But girl, what if there is no eternal life? ________________________________________________ A slow, satisfied smirk pulled at his lips when his son assured him the business had not ended well for Des' assailants. "Good boy." He said darkly. There was no mercy to be had for those that crossed family, not in his book. Elden could have stood there and told him he'd killed and buried the fuckers right under the very sand they stood on, and he'd not have batted an eye. He shrugged the broad mass of his shoulders as he spoke of Des and her family. "I hope she does, if only for her own sake." And he'd let the subject drop at that. The family would have to mend itself, some way or another. His help wouldn't be needed, nor appreciated. The only thing that could ever be expected was to try, and do your best for the people you cared for. And let the rest fall where it may. He knew one day El would see that...it had taken him years to see it himself. He shook his head at he boys comment. "No, probably like walkin' on a minefield." So, the facial wounds were from Des. Those were not as concerning as the way he was walking, though, and he almost pressed again but Elden turned, hiking his shirt to reveal the gash held together by strips of plastic. About that time, the censorship he was holding so tight to flew out the window as his jaw dropped. "Elden, did you get fuckin' stabbed?" Oh good god, did he ever want to find the fucker that had shanked his boy. |