[ Giving his own nod, the two take that fateful step, falling hand-in-hand to meet whatever comes next, together. ]
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[ Having tormented himself enough with watching back his old record, William looks away from the screen. He knows the story well enough, after all. One final look out over the foggy of the English Channel and then blackness. He sighs heavily, reaching out to flip the projector off, when the voice of a particular redhead is suddenly heard. "We could go together, you and I..." ]
Honestly, Sutcliffe. Can I not get a moment's peace from you?
[ William starts his reprimand but trails off when he sees no sign of his subordinate behind him. Perhaps the stress is getting to him because he could have sworn he'd heard her.
"Life is a series of illusions, isn't it..."
Okay, where ever she is, now she's just mocking him. Irritated, William turns back, only to notice the projector is still playing. And there he finds Grell, speaking to him in the frames of his record. Utterly confused, William reaches to retrieve the canister his reel was housed in, eyes glancing back up to the screen in between his scans of the can's labels. And there it is: Original Uneditted in fine print beneath his name and date of death. He pushes the tin aside, now completely transfixed on the record still playing before him.
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A few hours pass before William finally returns to the Dispatch office. With as stern a look on his face as always, he approaches Grell's desk. ]
Sutcliffe. Get up. Let's go.
[ The command comes with zero explanation as he impatiently waits for her to comply. ]
no subject
[ Having tormented himself enough with watching back his old record, William looks away from the screen. He knows the story well enough, after all. One final look out over the foggy of the English Channel and then blackness. He sighs heavily, reaching out to flip the projector off, when the voice of a particular redhead is suddenly heard. "We could go together, you and I..." ]
Honestly, Sutcliffe. Can I not get a moment's peace from you?
[ William starts his reprimand but trails off when he sees no sign of his subordinate behind him. Perhaps the stress is getting to him because he could have sworn he'd heard her.
"Life is a series of illusions, isn't it..."
Okay, where ever she is, now she's just mocking him. Irritated, William turns back, only to notice the projector is still playing. And there he finds Grell, speaking to him in the frames of his record. Utterly confused, William reaches to retrieve the canister his reel was housed in, eyes glancing back up to the screen in between his scans of the can's labels. And there it is: Original Uneditted in fine print beneath his name and date of death. He pushes the tin aside, now completely transfixed on the record still playing before him.
A few hours pass before William finally returns to the Dispatch office. With as stern a look on his face as always, he approaches Grell's desk. ]
Sutcliffe. Get up. Let's go.
[ The command comes with zero explanation as he impatiently waits for her to comply. ]