Wesley comes very, very close to laughing. A dark, horrible laugh. But instead, he keeps that laugh inside, shoves it deep, down where it's been poisoning his spirit for what now seems like ages.
(She was curious.... How things work. What makes them special. She was always searching for what other people couldn't see.)
"She offered to show you her ... library...."
(She was just curious. I think I hate her a little for that.)
And then the laugh comes. It starts low, and quiet. And there can be no question of him laughing at Fred. No, this is a laugh at Fate, and how perfectly this incident foreshadows what's to come.
And only now does Wesley realize that he's been allowing himself to hope. Ever since he came to this place, to hope that this Fred was different. That somehow the both of them being here--Fred andIllyria--meant that somehow this Fred would not leave him, not die.
But, of course, that's not true. Her fate is sealed. Perhaps on every world, in every reality. The Truth, the Power of Illyria was not to be denied. Not on a single world, not on a single Earth.
And perhaps there is a Wesley too on every one of those worlds. The Fool, whose sole purpose, his only real reason for existing, is to be the chief observer to the rebirth of a Goddess.
An august office really. He can't say Fate didn't find a lofty place for him in the Grand Plan.
And that just makes him laugh all the more, as he slumps to the floor, beside her bed.
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Date: 2006-01-03 09:34 am (UTC)(She was curious.... How things work. What makes them special. She was always searching for what other people couldn't see.)
"She offered to show you her ... library...."
(She was just curious. I think I hate her a little for that.)
And then the laugh comes. It starts low, and quiet. And there can be no question of him laughing at Fred. No, this is a laugh at Fate, and how perfectly this incident foreshadows what's to come.
And only now does Wesley realize that he's been allowing himself to hope. Ever since he came to this place, to hope that this Fred was different. That somehow the both of them being here--Fred andIllyria--meant that somehow this Fred would not leave him, not die.
But, of course, that's not true. Her fate is sealed. Perhaps on every world, in every reality. The Truth, the Power of Illyria was not to be denied. Not on a single world, not on a single Earth.
And perhaps there is a Wesley too on every one of those worlds. The Fool, whose sole purpose, his only real reason for existing, is to be the chief observer to the rebirth of a Goddess.
An august office really. He can't say Fate didn't find a lofty place for him in the Grand Plan.
And that just makes him laugh all the more, as he slumps to the floor, beside her bed.