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[quote][b]Kat (Oct 29, 2001 10:36 p.m.):[/b] [i]Sol... vonStarnburg... the IA... Vaisou... we can go wherever you want, Kitten... they won't separate us again...[/i] There were too many revelations, too many discoveries, too many pieces fitting into place, and it was more than Kat was able to understand. She pulled away from Mode, not in anger or disgust, but because she was too overwhelmed. Her mind could not accept it, her heart could not believe it, and his scent and his taste and his warmth were distractions that she wanted but could not afford. Not now. She leaned against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest and hugging them tightly. He had fear in his eyes, uncertainty and pleading, but she could find no words to reassure him. Instead she watched him intently, her expression serious, her gaze reflecting as much loving comfort as she could project, and her nails dug into her skin as she thought. Mode's mention of Sol she set aside to be examined later, because in her state now it was too much to comprehend. But as she let her eyes run over him, they softened, and she reached out to briefly touch his hand. He was apologizing, and she wasn't sure why. He said he remembered. Of course he did; why shouldn't he? Kat had never fully understood Asmodeus or Angel; it did not occur to her that Mode might not remember all he'd done to her. All she'd done to him. He was asking for her forgiveness, and part of her wanted to apologize to him, wanted to beg [i]him[/i] to forgive [i]her[/i], but she could not bring herself to speak. It no longer mattered. He had hurt her, and she had hurt him, and it was the way of their love. It was the past; he owed her nothing for old blood drawn and dried. [i]I don't care[/i], she wanted to tell him, and tried, but could not find her voice. [i]I don't care about it anymore. Suffering for four long years made me understand that anything is worth having you. You are now the Internal Alliance, and once, that would have made us enemies. I don't care. The only thing that matters now is that you are here, and you are mine, and you have promised never to leave me. That is all that is important. That... and what I will do, in the future, to ensure that you will always be with me.[/i] She buried her face in her folded arms and trembled with cold, with... with [i]anger[/i]. Sol. It had been Sol who shot Mode. Wick she could forgive; she was her sister, she was a schemer, and she did what Kat would have done. She could hold no grudges against her own kind. But Sol... first she had tried to steal Jax, and then she had nearly killed Mode... time after time she sought to steal what was Kat's to own. How [i]dare[/i] she... Sol had taunted her about Jax, once, and the picture of Mode that she'd shown her was just another taunt, another mockery, because she was a thief and she wanted Kat to know it. But not anymore. Never again. [i]Never[/i] again... "It was Sol," she whispered, and raised her head to stare at the empty dark above her. [i]Wick tried to kill us, and then she tried to save us, she tried to save [b]me[/b], after you were taken... but it was [b]Sol[/b] all along... And to think I ever promised that we were even.[/i] Kat sighed and uncurled herself to lay beside him once more. He stiffened, and she took her dagger from him and threw it to the floor, far away. She didn't want it, not now. Her fingertips traced patterns on his bare skin, and she kissed him again, hesitantly, as she had the first time. When he responded gently, she was able to close her eyes, and as she spoke against his lips, her voice was one of simple convinction. "It doesn't matter, Mode." She needed him to understand what she meant; that the IA didn't matter, nor did their past, or what they would do in the future. He had to know that. "As long as you're with [i]me[/i]." [i]And now that I know it was Sol, I'll kill her to ensure that it stays this way.[/i][/quote]
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