Richard had to have known. Somehow. Somehow in some way he had to have known that if he surrendered it would do this. And instead of anger there is only a profound sense of loss because this is a new thing here sitting before her.
Rising, he crosses to the cabin, picks up the papers in a stumbling jerky motion before striding back to her...and holding them tight.
"...I don't want to do this."
Richard Strand's voice is here again, "I don't want to do this I shouldn't want to do this but something has gone wrong. Very wrong."
He offers her the folder but it has to be pulled out of his hands and he sits, staring at her like a lost dog.
"...You'll know...How to make my heart stop hurting. And how to make this pain at the thought of hurting human beings go away?"
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That bastard.
Richard had to have known. Somehow. Somehow in some way he had to have known that if he surrendered it would do this. And instead of anger there is only a profound sense of loss because this is a new thing here sitting before her.
Rising, he crosses to the cabin, picks up the papers in a stumbling jerky motion before striding back to her...and holding them tight.
"...I don't want to do this."
Richard Strand's voice is here again, "I don't want to do this I shouldn't want to do this but something has gone wrong. Very wrong."
He offers her the folder but it has to be pulled out of his hands and he sits, staring at her like a lost dog.
"...You'll know...How to make my heart stop hurting. And how to make this pain at the thought of hurting human beings go away?"