Men never live without fears, Sawyer was tempted to point out. Even sociopaths had events that they cared and didn't care for, preferences for how life ought to go, and maybe sometimes it was possible to catch a glimpse of something in their eyes too. Disappointment. Elation. The clash of both, that made fear, but there wasn't enough time for Sawyer to point that out before they were being swarmed and he then found he needed to shoot a hell of a lot faster. But the more he did, the worse it got, the beat of his heart going quicker and quicker until it all but stopped.
So he grabbed her hand instead, and tried to get her to run, run even as the walls of the house disappeared in a rise of smoke. If this wasn't a real, then it was a dream, and one could always wake from a dream. People didn't die in dreams.
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Date: 2010-11-13 02:48 am (UTC)So he grabbed her hand instead, and tried to get her to run, run even as the walls of the house disappeared in a rise of smoke. If this wasn't a real, then it was a dream, and one could always wake from a dream. People didn't die in dreams.
Often.