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prodigalwatcher94 - "Suddenly it came over me that everything would go wrong." - 'Double Indemnity'
Another failure. I was, as you might expect, quite used to the feeling by that time. In fact, it seemed as though I'd grown completely inured to it, in much the way I'd grown cold and closed off to nearly every other kind of emotion. At least, that had been my intention. Intentions are worth little more than the air it takes to voice them, though, and I was wrong about my insulation.
Such things were foremost on my mind in those moments as I trudged sullenly into the office that had been both mine and Angel's at various points in time, the dark green walls a stark contrast to the wide open earth tones of the rest of the Hyperion lobby. The Beast continued to rampage its way through the (quite literally) still-benighted Los Angeles, and the only lead we had turned up regarding defeating the monster lay cold and dead.
That lead we had gotten from Angelus. In a desperate move, Angel had assented to having his soul removed, so that we could interrogate his other, darker half who had in the past had dealings with the Beast. Our intentions had been to question Angelus, and then after dealing with the Beast, to restore Angel's soul, which was being kept securely in a glass bulb within the office safe.
The safe which, a few moments after entering the office, we found empty.
Someone had taken Angel's soul. Whether by means physical or mystical, they had come into our home and taken the most precious thing we possessed. Our friend and brother was lost forever, replaced by a calculating and devious monster that wore his face. The Beast still roamed the Earth and now another, possibly equally as dangerous and destructive force had been unleashed.
And it was all my fault.
On the outside, I steeled myself. Fred, Gunn, Lorne, Cordy... even Connor... they needed a leader. They needed someone to take charge and give them focus and direction, someone who could track down and stop Angelus by any means necessary and, if possible, restore Angel's soul somehow.
On the inside was nothing but despair, abject and total.
It was all my fault.
(364)
Another failure. I was, as you might expect, quite used to the feeling by that time. In fact, it seemed as though I'd grown completely inured to it, in much the way I'd grown cold and closed off to nearly every other kind of emotion. At least, that had been my intention. Intentions are worth little more than the air it takes to voice them, though, and I was wrong about my insulation.
Such things were foremost on my mind in those moments as I trudged sullenly into the office that had been both mine and Angel's at various points in time, the dark green walls a stark contrast to the wide open earth tones of the rest of the Hyperion lobby. The Beast continued to rampage its way through the (quite literally) still-benighted Los Angeles, and the only lead we had turned up regarding defeating the monster lay cold and dead.
That lead we had gotten from Angelus. In a desperate move, Angel had assented to having his soul removed, so that we could interrogate his other, darker half who had in the past had dealings with the Beast. Our intentions had been to question Angelus, and then after dealing with the Beast, to restore Angel's soul, which was being kept securely in a glass bulb within the office safe.
The safe which, a few moments after entering the office, we found empty.
Someone had taken Angel's soul. Whether by means physical or mystical, they had come into our home and taken the most precious thing we possessed. Our friend and brother was lost forever, replaced by a calculating and devious monster that wore his face. The Beast still roamed the Earth and now another, possibly equally as dangerous and destructive force had been unleashed.
And it was all my fault.
On the outside, I steeled myself. Fred, Gunn, Lorne, Cordy... even Connor... they needed a leader. They needed someone to take charge and give them focus and direction, someone who could track down and stop Angelus by any means necessary and, if possible, restore Angel's soul somehow.
On the inside was nothing but despair, abject and total.
It was all my fault.
(364)
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Date: 2008-12-18 11:25 pm (UTC)[ooc: Excellent as always!]
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Date: 2008-12-18 11:36 pm (UTC)OOC: Thank you!
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Date: 2008-12-19 12:09 pm (UTC)That was a shit time and as much as I would tell you it wasn't your fault, you'd probably still think it was. Knowing the rest of you Don Quixotes, you're probably not the only one that feels that guilt.
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