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[quote][b]Donovan (Sep 20, 2001 05:18 p.m.):[/b] Donovan regarded his brother silently and governed an impulse to strangle him. He'd never felt violent towards his twin, never in earnest, and had he been capable of decrypting his current state of mind it might have scared him. Unfortunately, his fury rallied first, momentarily pushing aside the other conflicting emotions and taking center stage, taking control. The mention of sighting Mode didn't even register. [i]He told on us. He told Litong about us, about Dante. About Roxy. They're going to kill us or sell us and I'm never going to see her again, and it's his fault.[/i] For the second time since they had been, Donovan laid hands on his brother in anger, wrapped them into Dominic's uniform and yanked him forward. They were of identical height, and this brought the indigo eyes precisely like his own within a few inches. They were wide with shock, and he glared into them with all the rage he'd been holding in check since he got here, since they'd been robbed of the little time left to them. "[i]SORRY?![/i] You had NO right to do that, you stupid fool! You had no right! You just fucked my last chance to see her again, and we're [i]dead[/i] now, as good as dead, and all you have to say is you're [i]SORRY?![/i]" The rest of his emotion finally muscled aside enough anger to come to the front, and he released Dominic. He didn't shove him away, just released him and dropped his arms to his sides. There was no reason to expend any more energy, any more hatred. Their lives were already ended. What did it matter? Dominic had been trying to help them, albeit in an incredibly blind fashion. Knocking his brother around wouldn't change anything. It was done. "You...were just...you were trying to help. It doesn't matter." His voice was too soft, too weak. He felt like he was speaking by remote. "We're ruined anyway. IT doesn't matter." He kept saying that, as if repetition would make it truth. "How..." he swayed a bit and sat down very slowly on his bunk. "...how long do we have?"[/quote]
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