Date: 2010-11-08 04:18 am (UTC)
hallelujahpilot: (internal injuries)
"Good. Because, um. I." Her fingers curl around his sleeve, and she straightens, looking up at the ceiling and then at him.

Her eyes over-bright.

"You know, Halloween? When I woke up crying? I...I had a dream. Of Gene. Felt...real. He said, then, that...he was dead. Tibet. Peacekeeping. And that's what they said, when they told me today. I." She blinks, mouth twisting a bit. "He didn't recommend death by mob."
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