The picture is... damning, isn't it? Little mirror images, framing his smiling face. He was too young. We were too young, too, of course we were. But still...
Still.
"Merde." I mutter, caught up in the image and more distracted than I've been for... some time, now.
"Why, Red Buster. Tell me why this matters so much to you."
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Date: 2013-01-04 09:40 pm (UTC)Still.
"Merde." I mutter, caught up in the image and more distracted than I've been for... some time, now.
"Why, Red Buster. Tell me why this matters so much to you."