*He remembers the text message that the older Klavier has shown him, and shakes his head, taking another swig of the Scotch before speaking.*
He'll never be safe, Wright. Not while he's here and the Devil walks free. None of them are.
*He's tired now, but his mind keeps running on the Klavier he couldn't find, der Leibhaftige's own brother.
And then there is Kristoph's brother, oblivious to what has happened, and vulnerable as a result. He needs to warn them, but he can't risk being seen there, not after this; not when there was a chance that he might be seen, and the dots joined.
He nods to the thanks, accepting the cigarette and taking a long drag before he sits back, the window cold against his back.
Thank you, Wright. But I don't know that any of us can do anything... except perhaps for Kristoph.
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Date: 2008-07-13 03:27 pm (UTC)He'll never be safe, Wright. Not while he's here and the Devil walks free. None of them are.
*He's tired now, but his mind keeps running on the Klavier he couldn't find, der Leibhaftige's own brother.
And then there is Kristoph's brother, oblivious to what has happened, and vulnerable as a result. He needs to warn them, but he can't risk being seen there, not after this; not when there was a chance that he might be seen, and the dots joined.
He nods to the thanks, accepting the cigarette and taking a long drag before he sits back, the window cold against his back.
Thank you, Wright. But I don't know that any of us can do anything... except perhaps for Kristoph.