Date: 2019-02-08 02:28 pm (UTC)
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[ The words linger, long, long as he hung onto breath, do they linger, a half gasped of an ancient thing, bleeding all out. She picks a spot, a little bit above Kitty's head, as she says it. Long and flat and said as clear as the day she heard it. Soft against cannon fire, loud against whispers. ]

'You will change this, Lakshmibai, you must. This all must end.' He pressed it into my hand, and he died. I do not know what else he thought, what he saw in me. I do not even say we were friends. But we... agreed. I do not say how we agreed, what it meant, but... he knew as I felt, and...

[ She clears her throat. ] He was an old man, a wise man, and perhaps a fool too. He saw things no man should done worse, had to live with, he had given over everything else. I think... perhaps... at least, he wanted to die with hope. That is as much as I could tell you of him. Anything else would be presuming too much of both he and I.
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