It’s a voice she hasn’t heard in long time.
It’s a tone she hasn’t heard directed at her… ever.
She turns around slowly, looking up at the man she’s been in love with since the moment she first saw him smile. He’s come to her. How he found her, she doesn’t know, since the psychic wall between them has been impossible to breach. It’s probably part of the reason that he’s the only one left standing except for her. As always, Wolfgang learned and learned quickly, and emotional unavailability wasn’t a trick he picked up after becoming a sensate.
“Wolfgang,” she whispers, voice rasping from disuse. She’s half terrified that Whispers will come to her again, though she’s doing her best to keep her emotions level. She’s been learning the limitations of their connections, and as long as he doesn’t feel anything amiss on her end, he has no reason to come find her.
“Do it already. I know you’ve been looking for me.” His gaze is unavoidable, and as much as she wants to look away, to squirm in private, she can’t. She can’t avoid him. “You have to do what you have to do.”
“I tried to save them, Wolfgang. You must know that.”
“What, because that organization is so trustworthy that they would have been saved?” Hot tears well up and she has to turn away now as he continues. “Well, at least you were smart about it. I could never kill you.”
She’s trembling under his gaze. She can feel the fury rolling off him in waves and the hurt that resides deep below it. It’s her fault, she knows, and she can’t change that. She’s to blame for the fact that they both had gained a family and now had lost a family. Wolfgang didn’t even have a home to return to. All he’d had was Felix, and now he had nothing but a worn picture to love.
“I can’t–” And her emotions come rushing out all at once, and while they both know that apologies will never suffice, he can’t avoid all of the pain and self-hatred she’s been holding. He can’t forgive her, but he can’t accuse her of not feeling. She took the wrong deal, and she’s paid for it ever since, and she’ll never stop paying for it. Not if he has his way.
“Is that him? He’s come to you at last, then.”
She lets out a sob, fingers pulling at her hair as she tries to block out Whispers. “Stop–!”
“And you’re at the lab, still. Convenient. I’ll send a team out. Keep him there, Ms. Dandekar.” Whispers sounds smug and she’s nearly screaming with grief and when she looks up at Wolfgang, she knows that there’s no other solution. It strikes Whispers too late and even as he starts to dissuade her and even as Wolfgang starts forward, her trembling hands are gathering bottles and it’s only a matter of seconds before the syringe plunges into her leg.
“You’ll never find him,” she snarls, pushing its contents into her bloodstream. The team will be here in ten minutes; she’ll be dead in three. She leans against the wall and slides down even as Wolfgang crouches beside her. He’s in her head again. He knows now, he knows everything, and there’s nothing that either of them can say.
“Damn you.” He leans down, cups her head in his hand and kisses her. He’s mad at her, he hates her, he hates her more for saving him, he hates her most for leaving him. He can’t justify it– it’s love. It’s never plagued him before. “Damn you,” he repeats, pulling her closer.
“I’m so sorry,” she sobs, clutching him. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know.” He pauses. “I know, I do. I love you.”
“Wolfgang…” She pulls back, looks into his eyes, brushes her lips against his one last time.
But she’s limp in his arms, suddenly heavy before he notices how light she is, how pale and thin she was. He knows now that he has seven minutes. He stands up, knows it’ll take him four to reach his car. He takes a step back, looks at her limp body lying on the ground and sighs.
He’ll take seven minutes. He’ll take as many bullets as they have for him. He just can’t leave her there.
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