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Jan 10, 2007 22:43

Her notes remains on his bedside table. She used to tease him about not using the bed: now he sleeps in it like the dead, clinging to the sheets as if to lock himself to this place, to this country, to this life ( Read more... )

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carefulwishes January 11 2007, 05:20:47 UTC
His voice comes back to her. "You know that won't hurt me."

It comes up just before she knocks on the door to Mohinder's apartment. She's used to the terror by now - she can work through it, keep pushing herself through it.

But not before checking the shadows first. It's a long, dark hallway.

Knock knock knock.

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professorsuresh January 11 2007, 05:30:10 UTC
He opens the door.

He is covered in dust, and there is a brush of dirt over his nose.

To be fair, he only gapes at her for a minute. "Eden!"

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carefulwishes January 11 2007, 05:36:35 UTC
Her skin is waxy - dark circles under her eyes - blood in her hair - and she smells like she's been wearing those clothes for a few days.

Mohinder has two seconds to notice all this before she's striding into his room. Her movements are broad, exaggerated - she's playing the part of the soldier because she knows it's needed, but her mind isn't on the task at hand.

"You have to leave, Mohinder," she says. "I failed and you have to leave."

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professorsuresh January 11 2007, 05:38:35 UTC
He gapes at the open door for a moment before following her. "Eden--what are you talking about--failed me? What are you talking about?"

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