Her hands are heavy. Heavy and stained with BLOOD THAT IS NOT HERS, that has never belonged to her. Another solider, another casualty, another day. But how many were there ? How many more days until he, ( just as so many have ), stops coming back to her ? Angela hears the COMMANDER speak but she chokes on her heart that has clawed it’s way into her chest only to SUICIDE ITSELF between the gnashing of her teeth. Her fingers slide tenderly over his P Y R E T A R N I S H E D flesh only to rip a SIGH from her lips over the fresh trail of CRIMSON her touch had left.
Their FATE had been written in the fabric of the universe far longer than they had been alive. Mercy’s head hurt, a splitting pain that threatened to CRACK AT THE CROWN OF HER SKULL but at least it distracted from the r e l e n t l e s s agony that had embedded itself deep within her heart. She’s crumbling, Jack is dying, and they are beautiful in their destruction. She believes they deserve happiness, but maybe they deserve this too. Still they’ll fight. She knows Jack will fight the very U N I V E R S E in he has to, and she will stand BESIDE HIM ( never allowing him to falter. ) Try not to break HIM in the process.
❝ ———— I just want to know you’ll MAKE IT to the end. That you’ll NEVER STOP coming back. ❞
AN OUTWARD GLANCE TOWARD THE BATTLE ANGEL following that voice slipping past angela’s lips ; jack knows all too well of the cost of FIGHTING . it not only destroys your life , but it CRUMBLES the lives of the people you love most . this old dog knew long ago what fighting meant --- what it WILL DO to him . what it’s ALREADY doing to him . he’ll do right by him ; so he can do right by SOMEONE ELSE . mercy . those STEEL eyes , they’ve glazed over with the sights of WAR && SUFFERING . they’re no longer full of life , like the OCEAN or the bright , endless sky . but when they look at HER --- he’s reminded of the life that once DANCED within them .
❛ ANGELA ---- i’m just a SOLDIER . my death would be MEANINGLESS in the greater battle . if we win this war --- ❜ COMFORT . it was an alien concept to him . the only thing jack knew was the art of war , not the art of consoling someone who is clearly SUFFERING . she did not want to hear what may come . mercy wanted this vigilante to tell her that he’ll keep FIGHTING --- that he won’t give up , even if his arms or legs betrayed him . even if he had to crawl on all fours LIKE A BEAST .
because he had someone there , waiting for him .
a sigh escapes his lips with a shake of his head ; an arm RAISED so he can touch angela’s face , cupping her GENTLE cheek with his rough , calloused hands , ❛ i’ll come back . i always do , don’t i ? ❜
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