[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/123193.html).]
Bradley didn't long wonder if he'd meet any of the other "patients" tonight. In fact, he'd barely had time to decide just what was wrong with his physical condition before he became intimately aware of the struggle going on at the end of the hallway. One voice and face he recognized, and the other . . .
He was just a pace or two away from the violent scuffle, but his hands were folded behind him with the utmost calm as he observed. It was almost disconcerting that he could not exactly predict the swift bursts of movement between the two, but appearance was everything, and he stood his ground.
Their exchanged taunts happened to be somewhat ironic to him. He remembered the brief and informal report given concerning the lieutenant colonel's death, and he remembered learning of the prodigal sin's escape and eventual demise.
Was that why they were here, Bradley included? Was this the irrational consequence Dante refused to accept? Surely homunculi didn't end up with humans in the end . . .
"What a strange reunion this is turning out to be," he said, the salutation easy but firm. They'd hear him and they'd listen. He never spoke with any other intention. His expression, however, remained passive, even as his uncovered eye took in the homunculus' appearance. He knew this one had been the unforgivable rebel, but he felt no personal reaction one way or the other. The persistent wound on his face, though, did interest him.
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Bradley didn't long wonder if he'd meet any of the other "patients" tonight. In fact, he'd barely had time to decide just what was wrong with his physical condition before he became intimately aware of the struggle going on at the end of the hallway. One voice and face he recognized, and the other . . .
He was just a pace or two away from the violent scuffle, but his hands were folded behind him with the utmost calm as he observed. It was almost disconcerting that he could not exactly predict the swift bursts of movement between the two, but appearance was everything, and he stood his ground.
Their exchanged taunts happened to be somewhat ironic to him. He remembered the brief and informal report given concerning the lieutenant colonel's death, and he remembered learning of the prodigal sin's escape and eventual demise.
Was that why they were here, Bradley included? Was this the irrational consequence Dante refused to accept? Surely homunculi didn't end up with humans in the end . . .
"What a strange reunion this is turning out to be," he said, the salutation easy but firm. They'd hear him and they'd listen. He never spoke with any other intention. His expression, however, remained passive, even as his uncovered eye took in the homunculus' appearance. He knew this one had been the unforgivable rebel, but he felt no personal reaction one way or the other. The persistent wound on his face, though, did interest him.
"I hope you don't mind my interruption."