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守り (ᴍᴏʀɪ.) ([personal profile] fissions) wrote in [personal profile] raleighs 2013-10-02 12:10 am (UTC)

[ No, of course not. It's an in secret with the boys that if someone needs dead, you go to Mako for help and you don't tell him. She doesn't enjoy it, dislikes it on a base level but it's strategically more sound for her to adapt to it, to finish the job with rival gangs, dealers, and walk away from it -- don't let my old man find out, even if it takes away another little piece that's left of her, leaves her unrecognisable to herself in the mirror.

Her old man, she thinks, Raleigh's always been a gentle person who'd never much liked the act of killing, preferred to avoid it if he possibly can, and when she sees the look on his face now, there's something that twists inside her, something surprisingly painful that goes beyond the rigours of her job, the demands she makes of herself.

The thought, she thinks, of not seeing him again makes her cold, and her expression falters, just for a moment. Keep him safe, she'd said. Let him walk. Mako could see the hurt in his eyes, so terribly, awfully profound, and the fact that she was the one who put it there -- even in this moment he shows mercy, and she's quiet for a moment, letting the words hang between them.

Funny. In all her years of being in this gang, nothing had hurt her quite as much as this. ]


...You stopped being a piece a very long time ago. [ Did you know that? Of course you didn't. Even I didn't know that before it was too late. ]

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