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[fmed]

[Ed is sitting hunched over in the corner of a bar, a huge bottle sitting in front of him. Next to the bottle, there's a silver watch sitting on the table. The bouncer tried to keep him out. Guess how that ended? Grabs the bottle and takes a swig out of it, staring darkly out at the people milling around the bar. Someone's taken after a certain

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[ltcolonel_dad]

[Oh. That explains it, then. Where did the time go? Sighs.]

Seems like only yesterday.

[He really should try and get the bottle away, but, well, he kind of earned it on days like today.]

That bouncer's probably sorrier than I am.

[fmed]

[That earns you a half-hearted growl.] I am not little. [He reaching for his watch now, running his gloved finger over the catch. If Hughe hadn't shown up, he probably would've opened it to read the inscription. Again. As it is...]

[ltcolonel_dad]

I didn't say that.

[Keeps quiet, mostly. On the plus side, he's going to get caught up on the drink he's been owed.]

[fmed]

Five years, Hughes. And he's still trapped in that armor. [Throws the watch back onto the table.] What good is it if I can't fix him?

[fmed]

[Glances up at the voice, then stares straight back down at the watch.] You could say that.

[fmed]

[Doesn't answer for a long moment, instead taking a deep drink. When he finally answers, his voice is low and bitter.] Want one? Become a dog of the military and it's yours.

[einsamer_traum]

[You look a little young for that sorta thing. But she's not really going to say anything about that.]

A measure of time that holds some significance to you. Or so I am guessing.

[fmed]

[Laughs at that, just a little, bitterly.] All it does is measure how long I've failed.

[einsamer_traum]

Failure... Five years is a small measure compared to some. But even so, humans are particularly good at turning failure about. At rejecting the concepts of unavoidable and impossible.

[fmed]

[His answer is angry this time, more at himself than at you.] It may not be long to you, but it others it is. I should've been done by now. But for five years, he- [Cuts himself off and takes a long drink.]

[soul_strength]

{ooc: This is very late, I'm soooo sorry. & I just had to go back here and reply :3?}

[Hesitates a little away, he'd just been passing by on a depressing walk. He goes to say something but stops, then...]

You... You shouldn't drink like that, Ed.