The gloved hand was out before him, offering to take him away. Tic's eyes looked over it, uncertainty piling up around his thoughts. It was the same hand he had seen and felt, and he didn't want to take it again. He paused, turning his head away, avoiding Larkin's glance. But his hand lifted, the soft material falling over his wrist, and it stood for a moment in the air. It then went into the ruler's grasp, and he moved as he was taken from the room.
He wondered quickly if he would ever tell Larkin the truth. But it seemed so pointless now. There was nothing to gain -- because there was something, he knew, that wouldn't let Larkin try again to hurt him soon. Besides, if he tried to say his truth... he would be half-lying, and Larkin would know.
1.03.2008
And the littlest of his movements.
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