Within cowering hands, Maxwell grasped the device so tight he threatened to dent it's frame and render it useless. Yet with a twitch of his thumb, electricity sparked through the splashscreen.. static claiming the vision until the snow cleared for enough moments to playback it's last sights.
Like the black shadow of death, Anderson's voice was swallowed in the darkness, leaving the static and the silence to plague Maxwell's mind with visions of his Shepherd's undeserved selflessness to him. The misbegotten lamb had took and took until there was nothing left.
And now he was gone, never to be taken from again.
Racked with writhing convulsions, the device dropped from his hands in a horrific clatter, his talons reaching to claw at his face as he felt something splinter inside himself... and break into a thousand upon a thousand unsalvageable little pieces.
What shattered was the tektite glass around his heart, fissured by the blade of guilt of his Shepherd's passing. The weight of that razor sword pressed into the frangible flesh of that tiny black muscle, and hitched his breath as not blood spilled out..
But tears.
Cold and insurmountable.]
[I have sinned immeasurably; Lord, forgive me.
The agony caught up with him and burst forth out his mouth, only to be stifled by his hands clamping over his lips to muffle his tremoring wail.
There curled up against the wall lie crippled and feeble was a man broken by transgression.]
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Date: 2010-07-17 08:00 am (UTC)Within cowering hands, Maxwell grasped the device so tight he threatened to dent it's frame and render it useless. Yet with a twitch of his thumb, electricity sparked through the splashscreen.. static claiming the vision until the snow cleared for enough moments to playback it's last sights.
God, cleanse me of my sins and have mercy on me.
It's last sound like a harbinger of departing.]
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[Thou has created me; Lord, have mercy on me.
Like the black shadow of death, Anderson's voice was swallowed in the darkness, leaving the static and the silence to plague Maxwell's mind with visions of his Shepherd's undeserved selflessness to him. The misbegotten lamb had took and took until there was nothing left.
And now he was gone, never to be taken from again.
Racked with writhing convulsions, the device dropped from his hands in a horrific clatter, his talons reaching to claw at his face as he felt something splinter inside himself... and break into a thousand upon a thousand unsalvageable little pieces.
What shattered was the tektite glass around his heart, fissured by the blade of guilt of his Shepherd's passing. The weight of that razor sword pressed into the frangible flesh of that tiny black muscle, and hitched his breath as not blood spilled out..
But tears.
Cold and insurmountable.]
[I have sinned immeasurably; Lord, forgive me.
The agony caught up with him and burst forth out his mouth, only to be stifled by his hands clamping over his lips to muffle his tremoring wail.
There curled up against the wall lie crippled and feeble was a man broken by transgression.]