Comments | a_sloane: Topic 23: Pain

a_sloane

Topic 23: Pain

May 31, 2006 18:27

There are five basic torture groups, every agent learns. Blunt, sharp, cold, hot and loud.

It is a mystery to me why no one mentioned silence.

( Spoilers for the series finale )

emily, fm prompt, punishment, pain, jack, nadia

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OOC freelilah June 1 2006, 14:20:35 UTC

excellent. . .of course, I always approve of "Lear" references.

poor Arvin!

OOC a_sloane June 1 2006, 14:22:54 UTC

I was thinking of you and your Lear & Cordelia observations when writing this...

Re: OOC freelilah June 1 2006, 14:24:29 UTC

and speaking of silence, I always loved Hamlet's last words, because they suggest that for him death = the only thing that can possibly get him to shut up.

otherwise, I think my messenger is being wonky, and I have to run but will catch you later!

if_ihadknown June 5 2006, 01:59:33 UTC

Her form appeared as if he had willed it into existence. After all this could just be a cruel joke his own guilt was putting onto himself. Still it would feel as real to him as he would let it as her body wafted through the large stone table that had since cracked in half from the explosion.

"Is this what you consider an accident as well? Where is the cosmic oops that I should hear echoing into the dark distance. Did I already miss it? Perhaps I should ask your legs, once they've told you how they are feeling of course."

Her smile is cold and cruel, this is not the Nadia that loved her father, this is truly the vision that he had always felt was to become of her had she been with him her whole life.

a_sloane June 5 2006, 05:22:28 UTC

"There has to be sense in this as well, Nadia ( ... )

if_ihadknown June 5 2006, 05:38:34 UTC

"Ahh yes, the weakness. We've seen that so many times, yet each time you think that it's something new. You've been weak Arvin. I've watched you push it all away for something that what? Gives you this? Is this what you wanted? Your own daughter among those broken pieces? Lying among the broken glass?"

She paces across his line of sight, each time she turns to start back again her eyes meet his, cold and glassy as if without any emotion for whatever bond they could have had. "I was tired of hearing about your great sacrifices, if I had known that I was to be one of them?" Her form leaned against the broken stone as if she was really there and able to touch and feel, or perhaps it was just his mind forcing reality where there was none left to grip onto. "If you had been my father, things would have gone differently. Perhaps I would have died walking across the glass, ironic that when you fell I helped you, yet when I fell you left me to bleed."

a_sloane June 5 2006, 06:34:10 UTC

"No," he protests, not quite knowing what it is he denies - one of her charges, or all of them, or the realization that in every way that mattered, her charges were true. At the moment when he pushed her aside to save page 47 out of the fire, he had not meant to kill her, true. He had not even been aware that there was anything she could fall into. But at that moment, he had betrayed her, he had made a choice, the reverse choice he had made when he shot her, and that one push had been a far worse betrayal than the shot fired with lethal intent. Not to mention that she never would have ended in a coma if he had not added the Rambaldi formula to so many water supplies. In every way that counted, she has been his sacrifice ( ... )

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