So anyway, here is a dumb little thing I dashed off between meetings.
The day Liam was released from the hospital, he and Killian went to the Nautilus and brought some things back for Nemo, who would be a few more days recovering.
“Can we talk?” Liam asked on the way out of the elevator. His head still ached, but he had taken worse knocks.
“If you like.”
They queued for coffee in the hospital commissary, a surprisingly cheerful place.
“Can you tell me anything about him? About you, about what happened. I need to know.” The depths of the murky sea held no terror for him; neither could this.
Killian stirred his coffee and didn’t look up for a moment. “Nothing I can say would do anyone any good, I suspect. It was just one of many dark chapters in my life. I could tell you a bit about your namesake, perhaps? If you’d like to hear it.”
“I would.” Liam tried to listen the way Nemo did when he went questing for lost souls. He heard warmth and an abiding love in the stories of that other Liam, but he also heard what went missing in them – that it had been Liam who protected, guided, sacrificed, led – and what that meant.
He had asked, and he would not close his eyes to this. Grief would keep company now with old anger.
Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go
What will they write upon my grave?
A free man born as a king, who died as a slave
But everything he gave her was for nothing though
Oh no I can’t fade that shit I gotta let you go
Happy 35th Birthday to Exile, The Second and Dance Earth Party’s performer, Tetsuya! Hope your therapy and rehabilitation after your shoulder operation is going well (or it’s over and you’re well now) (❁´‿`❁)*✲ﾟ*