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3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
Sharp light came at him from below, and brought the smell of copper tinnitus. Everything was short, shrill, and shameful. There was no form, no path, no way. There was only heat and cold and directionless blame. It was in his chest and in his head and around his hands. It didn’t matter if he tried to turn, he had no body. It didn’t matter if he tried to float, he was a leaden weight. The waves of rust rolled over him and filled his nose and mouth. He tried to pull the cotton wool from his eyes but he only had hands to have claws. He only had lungs to cry. There was a drumming inside his head, in his toes, on the wall. It was strong and steady and full of guilt. Everything was shrill, the high pitched whining after a bomb when your ears begged to be jelly and you knew you had to hide, hide, hide. - Chapter 49
4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
“Yeah.” Bobby sat up and took off his helmet. He didn’t dismount right away, “You?”“No. I’m not okay.” Daken chuckled, “Doesn’t matter though.” Getting off the bike he stretched and then took their helmets back to the rack on the wall. “’m not sure why I took you along. It just seemed right you know with you being the current headmaster and all …”“We’re friends Daken.” Bobby got off the bike and looked the other man in the eyes. “You aren’t losing your edge you’re just not treating me like an enemy, because I’m not.” He licked his lips shook his head. “I don’t really understand it but it’s the only explanation for any of this.”There was a long moment of silence as they stood there and looked at each other. Something had just changed. Something that Daken was not sure he had words for. “How did we go from attempted murder to breaking into a pedophiles home together? I honestly don’t have a clue.”
11: What do you like best about this fic?
I really love the relationships and the journey’s they take people on. The healing that can happen when a few people care about someone is incredible. Showing people come back from very dark places, and illustrating that it doesn’t happen in a bubble, linear, or easily is so important to me. So yeah, relationships. Important.
14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
I hope that people learn that recovery is not a forward only path. It involves side steps and back slides and periods of no forward momentum. We do nothing alone. Recovery needs relationships, friends and family, found or otherwise. It is work, a lot of work. Love can help, but just adoring someone is not enough, that won’t pull either of you from the mouth of hell. Recovery means work, it means investment, compassion, and dedication, and there is no substitute for any of that.
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