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[He's quiet while Lust explains her fears for Tim, and he continues to be silent for some time after she finishes. When he finally speaks, his hope is that he can at least give her some kind of peace, even if it's just a fragment.]

We fed him a bullet buffet right in the middle of his stupid villain monologue. Timothy Lawrence won't have to live with him long. No one will.

Good. Good.

It's something, at least. Some hope that he can escape that fate. I only wish...

[Lust trails off, needing to take a deep and shuddering breath to get her emotions under control.]

[He has a pretty good guess as to what she wishes. He's wishing a thing or two, himself, and it seems pretty likely that they're wishing for something similar.]

...Yeah.

[He hears her.]

'M sorry, Miss Fitz.

No matter what we do, no matter how we make use of our time, there's never enough.

We talked about getting married, you know. In the future.

Yeah?

[While that is actually news to him, somehow it also doesn't really surprise him, either.]

It would've been a good one.

[An event Krieg would actually have deliberately worn a shirt to, even.]

I'm glad you have the little purple cat.

Yes. A little bit, recently.

It would have been. I never thought I'd have those feelings for another man, certainly never imagined I'd have a relationship the way most people do. We were friends and lovers and family, all at once. I'd never had that before. Neither had he. We were so very suited for one another, it felt like it was intended. That we were supposed to find one another and be together. It sounds so stupid, doesn't it? So f...

[Lust bites her tongue, the rest of her sentence unsaid. There's no need for vulgarity simply because she's upset.]

I have all of them, now.

[He listens to her quietly and attentively, and nods when she finishes. He's a little surprised to find that he knows how she feels; Angel hadn't been to him what Timothy had been to Lust, but there are some parallels.]

I had friends on Pandora but not like her. Always smiling always thoughtful always warm, never violent, never angry, never rough. She held my hand and looked me in the eye and laughed with no fear! She knew what I was and what I am and she didn't care!

[There's a lot more to unpack here than he's capable of talking about at this time. The words don't come easily, and his throat tightens painfully around them the longer he goes on, so he stops. Drops his gaze away from the video, away from Lust. Swallows. Fidgets. Pulls himself back together. He's felt like he was falling apart ever since November, ever since Angel's Siren powers literally ripped him apart, and she couldn't bring herself to face him. Dragging himself back from the edge, clinging tightly to whatever fragments he can until they start to slot back into place (or at least stop threatening to disperse completely) hasn't gotten any easier with practice.]

I have three of hers, now. They loved her, too.

[He finally raises his gaze again, and returns it to look at Lust.]

The purple cat took good care of Timothy Lawrence.

[The little purple cat loved Tim, too. So it stands to reason it's good company for Lust, just as Angel's three are, somehow, helping Krieg hold together.]

It just doesn't feel fair, when those so much more deserving are taken from this place.

It's a trite cliche, but at least we can look back on the time we had and know what it meant. To know we loved and were loved, in whatever ways those we've lost loved us.

It's why I take so many pictures. You can't forget a photograph, it's always there.

[And she has so many photographs now. Albums and albums filled with them.]

She did. Her name is May. She and Henry and the three kittens are all with me now.

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