Date: 2010-08-11 05:33 am (UTC)
[There was no escaping it. With the way this world laughed in Death's face, Anderson was to be brought back in time. Resurrected just as he should have been, even in the world before this one. Maxwell hessitated as he had moved soundlessly to the priest's quaint chambers, and stood at the open threshold.

A hand at his mouth stifled his gasp to see him there, in what surely had to be a dream. He looked far too peaceful, far too saintly even for a man that deserved a seat in heaven. A few quavering steps and the ward was at his teacher's bedside, fearful to even breath, that he might shatter the brawny serenity before him.

Yet he could not allow himself to settle for the notion that he was still in reverie... and shivering digits reached out... and caressed along the paladin's brow.]
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