agent_harkness | (no subject)

Current Location: Arthur and Lynda's front verandah

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Lynda... I need to talk to you. Don't worry, I brought a chaperone.

Jesus, Lynda, are you sure about this?

...No.

*seizes both your hands in hers and looks at you fiercely*

Dont you ever tell anyone this. Especially not Arthur. Not ever. No one understands this, except Jack.

...Aside from failing Jack, I'd be okay with it if I didn't come back.

Death defines life. Without it, life feels empty and less precious. There's no risk.

*finally takes a good, long look at Jack* This is a real risk. At last. Whatever way it goes, I'll get something I want with all my heart.

*picks up the gun, shaking, and stares at it, transfixed*

*looks up at you suddenly*

You promise you won't tell a soul what I've said? And give the note to Arthur if I - if it doesn't work?

*nods, stricken*

*keeps looking at you, scared*

*suddenly kisses you, eyes closed, as if making a wish, and comes away with tears in her eyes*

*takes a deep breath* This is going to hurt.

*raises the gun to her head and fires*

I bet it didn't, though.

*squats down beside the pair of you, back to the tree, and waits*

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