In Your hands
“You will hold her life in your hands"
Zeratul's words echo’d in his mind as he literally held her life in his hands. She was so fragile a stark contrast to the fiery world and himself in the power armour. He would keep her safe he had promised he would.
Sarah was everything to him, he had lost so much and didn’t have anything left to give but now he had her once more and he’d be damned if he lost again. He would see to it that she was well again, she was worth it. He had burned nearly every bridge along the way but at this moment none of that mattered.
He’d brought her home and home was wherever they were together.
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“And though justice demands that she die for her crimes, only she can save us."
The stab of betrayal that pierced his heart as he laid eyes on her form felt as if it came from one of her bladed wings. What had she done, after all the strife she had put them through, put him through she would so callously decide to throw it all away to turn herself back into that creature….
He knew she was probably reading his thoughts as her expression saddened. She reached for his gun and pressed it against her forehead. As she spoke he realised this was not the Queen of Blades that had slaughtered millions, this was Sarah. There she went again bringing up how he had sworn to kill the Queen of Blades, he had regretted it ever since.
He fired but not at her never at her, he could not imagine having her blood on his hands. In his disbelief he told her to leave but seeing the hurt in her eye and watching her walk away was one of the hardest things he had ever done.
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“You about ready to get out of here cowboy?”
That voice how he had missed that voice. He turned to look at her and there she was just as he remembered her from years long past. Sarah was finally here, he was finally home.
“Hell it’s about time.”
He rose to meet her ready to leave the desolation of his lonely spot at the bar once and for all. Nothing would ever separate them again.
