In the Line of Duty, a drabble by Silverarm
She'd been back for less than a week, and already they noticed a change. She had locked herself away and neglected the responsibilities she had dutifully performed prior to her assignment. She had begun to daydream, and her smile was weak.
They said she'd met Vash the Stampede, and now there was a horrible silence that pervaded every facet of the woman. He'd injured her in ways that didn't mark the body.
And when they passed her, some thought about asking what she'd seen. And some vowed revenge, if they ever met that red-coated Devil, for her sake. For Elizabeth.
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A brief disclaimer. Trigun and all of its characters are owned by Yasuhiro Nightow, and I apologize profusely to him.
She'd been back for less than a week, and already they noticed a change. She had locked herself away and neglected the responsibilities she had dutifully performed prior to her assignment. She had begun to daydream, and her smile was weak.
They said she'd met Vash the Stampede, and now there was a horrible silence that pervaded every facet of the woman. He'd injured her in ways that didn't mark the body.
And when they passed her, some thought about asking what she'd seen. And some vowed revenge, if they ever met that red-coated Devil, for her sake. For Elizabeth.
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A brief disclaimer. Trigun and all of its characters are owned by Yasuhiro Nightow, and I apologize profusely to him.