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A little snippet from Hanaemi - a rare "James gets to be happy for a minute" piece
It’s not long after she hears about James’s death in the purifier that she finds his son in some abandoned corner of the Citadel, sitting alone, sheltered by the dark. She’s been pacing, striding through the halls and walkways, insomnia and restlessness keeping her awake. There’s a fight coming and the anticipation has set her nerves on fire.
She almost walks right by him, he’s so quiet, but a shadow shifting catches her attention and she stops abruptly, hand going for her sidearm.
He looks up at her, bringing his face out of his hands, and looks guilty. He’s not wearing his sunglasses and his eyes are so big, so expressive, so impressively blue. They’re child’s eyes, but there’s an old man’s grief dragging his shoulders down.
“Sorry,” he says, standing. “I know I’m not supposed to be in here.”
Sarah looks around. It’s a supply cache, little more than a closet without a door, tucked away from the barracks and the training yard, filled with crates of random supplies.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she says, shrugging. He gives her a small smile that she can’t help returning. He’s grieving, but his smile is still genuine.
