[ picture ID: a passage labeled as being from chapter 19 of ATTWDC, bolded in the post body below the ID. superimposed behind the text is two repeating phrases: “can’t go” in dark red, and “home” in faded blue. end ID ]
“Triste must have arranged quite the entourage, if he’s willing to give away so much of his plan,” Death observed.
“Either that or going for the most villain points possible,” Karyn grimaced.
“Don’t take any perceived symbolism personally,” Death consoled. “This type of jail cell and others like it are usually used for captured winged soldiers from Avalon.”
“Something something double duty,” she muttered, eyes returning to the cage. “I guess this means we’re going pretty soon then.”
“Not before tonight. Or at least, not until tomorrow morning, if we’re lucky.”
“I can go,” she said pointedly.
Death raised an eyebrow. “And go where, exactly?” he asked dryly. “Life won’t have you.”
“I can always go—“ She stopped. Four letters clogged themselves in her throat.
As far as her parents knew, she was dead, or at least long missing. Even if she didn’t have much physical evidence bar the ring and clothing to show the change, it wasn’t as if they would believe her if she explained where she had been for four months. Something flickered, her gaze moved back towards the cage. “If this isn’t the end of it, I at least want to visit somewhere familiar.”
“Planning that can wait until the future arrives. Until then, we can only wait.”
An edit of a scene which has remained mostly unscathed between drafts 5 and 6 of All the Tears We Didn’t Cry! I had made this back when this chapter was number 14 instead of number 19, but I still like it a lot.
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