[ When you get down to it, BK201 has experienced a lot of things. He remembers the first war-lesson that was stomped -- literally -- into his memory. (Letting your morals interfere with the weight of your wallet is an act of criminal unprofessionalism.) He remembers the stench after his first firefight -- the flyblown battlefield reek with its sweetness that is kissing cousin to a truly good smell -- barbecued pork, maybe -- a sensual similarity that makes it all the more sickening, overlying over subtle decay. He remembers hundreds of different cover stories, different aliases, sterile safe-houses and old flats smelling of mothballs and mildew. He remembers the night Heaven's Gate appeared, stars hurtling like blazing diamonds from the sky, and what it felt like to have a completely new species of mute fear juddering through his sinews; he remembers Pai vanishing in a wash of whiteness, like a sun-shard hurtled to the earth, and wondering if this is how the world was going to end, with a colossal bang. He remembers dying by quarter inches with every kill. He remembers meeting Korra, and an inarticulate part of him slowly coming back to life. ]
[ He also remembers the last time he was this breath-stoppingly hesitant. He was a lot younger then. ]
[ Dreamy lavender light hangs between the silky fronds of the willow tree. He shoulders through the gap as if crossing a curtain into an alternate void -- all tranquility and haunting, imperfect stillness. But he supposes that owes largely to Yin. When he speaks, his tone is a heavy sort of calm. ]
I need to talk to you.
[ In Tokyo, or here, Hei stays the same. Never mincing words. ]
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Date: 2014-05-01 11:16 pm (UTC)[ He also remembers the last time he was this breath-stoppingly hesitant. He was a lot younger then. ]
[ Dreamy lavender light hangs between the silky fronds of the willow tree. He shoulders through the gap as if crossing a curtain into an alternate void -- all tranquility and haunting, imperfect stillness. But he supposes that owes largely to Yin. When he speaks, his tone is a heavy sort of calm. ]
I need to talk to you.
[ In Tokyo, or here, Hei stays the same. Never mincing words. ]