I look up at her with weary eyes, wishing that were true and that's the issue. What is going to happen here? Here, where it's already the future. What if I'm bound to go out there and die? Worse, what if I never get to go out there again. "I'm sorry, Trish," I mumble, words sticking together. "I can't promise that."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2009-04-21 11:50 am (UTC)