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[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{In Robespierre's reality, it's been a few days, which has placed him (finally) in England. So with that small step out of many out of the way, he's finally going to confront the Plane. Or, rather, allow people to confront him if they wish about Oliver. His sword is still at his side, but looks at the eternal night sky coolly.}

It never truly becomes less magnificent and terrifying, does it? How she would love to see it. And how she would hate to see me, here.

{With that aside, he bows his head as he walks toward the library, which is basically his only hangout. He speaks more loudly than the previous sentences, reciting a Psalm from memory as he walks:}

You, O Lord, will protect us;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among humankind...

Comments

[bit_impossible]

Yeah, I was afraid of that. [because if he's outside the Coliseum...then it's already done.] You know, it's shame Psalm 26 can never fully pass your lips again. Or any others of that nature. You just might be struck down as a liar.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

It is presumptuous of you to assume that I do not myself think my life is without blame. But you speak out of anger for Monsieur Day, which is understandable.

I can offer no words that will comfort you. It was not yet my time to die.

[bit_impossible]

[actually, he knows a fair bit about your future self--at least the one in his universe.]

Oh, you're damn right I speak out of anger. I don't need any words of comfort, certainly not from you.

But how dare you assume it was his time to die, huh? What little rulebook or day planner in your head says, "Oh, Oliver Day is down for a one o'clock killing, followed by a nice cuppa after I've washed my hands of his blood."?!

..I totally clicked Post Comment wtf LJ

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{He looks to the side}

I did not say that I assumed that it was his. I said that I knew that it was not yet mine.

Oh LJ, will your special never cease?

[bit_impossible]

But by default it was, you can't deny that! You could have taken the honourable route and saved a good man from dying. A truly, honestly good man who could and would never kill even if his life depended on it. Which it did. He didn't raise a single finger against you, did he?

NO :'(

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

He did not. Nor would he have. His blood is on my hands, as was many before him, and there will be many after. It is the path I will walk.

[bit_impossible]

[bitterly, his voice low] Oh, and walk it you shall, and by the time you do reach the end of your path, you'll have wished you died this day instead of him.

[and with that, he walks away, soon dropping from the Plane, having entirely lost his interest in going to the Plane library]

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{And even though (or maybe because) he's gone, Robespierre's expression goes from cold neutral to angry and indignant. He stares after the Doctor, and says bitterly,}

And it is one that I will walk for Lia's sake.

{Then off to the library he goes, emotional repression coming back quickly}