Retrieving something lost. ( what did it matter that the thing in question had been a person? and that that person had been perfectly happy remaining lost.
aristaeus chews on the rest of it. gaze sweeping left, right, and left again. even through the night-vision filter of his helmet, the alleyway has been transformed.
it's the silence, heavy and oppressive. it's like time has come unstuck. satisfied that there's no nasty surprises lingering, he presses on. )
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aristaeus chews on the rest of it. gaze sweeping left, right, and left again. even through the night-vision filter of his helmet, the alleyway has been transformed.
it's the silence, heavy and oppressive. it's like time has come unstuck. satisfied that there's no nasty surprises lingering, he presses on. )