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The Finder, Walter, his fear mechanism is broken
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A gun is pointed at his face, a knife shoved up against his ribs, a sword point at the small of his back, and he stands still and wonders what this fear thing is, anyway; he doesn't remember, can't remember, the sudden, blood-freezing panic he'd felt in that years-long moment just before the boom that had sent him spiraling into the Ends of the Earth.
But then, he sees Leo with red spots of light dancing across his chest, or Willa unconscious on the floor, or Isabel pressing a palm to the crimson stain on her shirt with false bravado ("this will never wash out") and there's that little stirring, way down deep, and he wonders if maybe he's not so broken as he thought.
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Oh, that's perfect - not afraid for himself, but for others. Oh, Walter.
Thank you!
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