Puck was beside his daughter, standing quietly, waiting for Calvin to initiate something.
He had an intuition that this might just be the catalyst to get him back. He waited patiently - however time was getting short, as the Ambos were now on foot with the stretcher making their way down the track from the parking zone.
Pietro-Bruce-Chan kneeled beside the silent body - his own face weary with the sadness of the ages. It was as though he felt there and then every disappointment he had ever known and he was so tired by them.
He could not follow Francis wherever he had gone, the door to death was still closed shut to him - no matter how many times he had tried to push through.
Still, perhaps, just this one more time he could go again.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
He had an intuition that this might just be the catalyst to get him back. He waited patiently - however time was getting short, as the Ambos were now on foot with the stretcher making their way down the track from the parking zone.
Pietro-Bruce-Chan kneeled beside the silent body - his own face weary with the sadness of the ages. It was as though he felt there and then every disappointment he had ever known and he was so tired by them.
He could not follow Francis wherever he had gone, the door to death was still closed shut to him - no matter how many times he had tried to push through.
Still, perhaps, just this one more time he could go again.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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