Based on Season 1, Episode One:
„Wouldn't it be ironic, if this time, I actually die?"
„Hysterical."
Abe's thoughts, when watching Henry die, after injecting him the poison.
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There are some things in life, that you don't forget. The birth of a child, the loss of a loved one. You simply remember them for the rest of your life, no matter how long it would be.
Abraham Morgan remembered a lot of things. Like the time his parents sat down with him, to explain his fathers unique condition.
He remembered the first time, he and his mother drove to retrieve his father from the river.
He remembered the first time, he saw him disappear. He remembered the fear he had felt and how he still felt it every single time.
He remembered every moment death hit close to home and the pain it brang with it.
He remembered, how after his mothers passing, his father almost obsessively devoted his life to death. Talked about it, as if it was a much needed relief, a solution to every problem. As if any meaning of life had passed away with Abigail and Henry Morgan only continued living, because he simply had no other choice. Whenever they came, Abraham would try to ignore the thoughts, of what would happen to Henry, once his last family member would leave him. So as the years passed, he tried to remind his father on every possible occasion, that life was there to be lived, not wasted. The end was to be taken care of, when it comes, not sooner.
Still his father never took the effort to hide his desire to finally leave the living, oblivious to what those words did to his son.
He never admitted it, but Abe was not as careless about his fathers death experiments, as Henry was, and he knew, he would remember them forever, like everything else.
He watched carefully, counting the seconds to keep his mind focused, trying to ignore the penetrating sound of the heart monitor indicating the undoubted absence of life in this man's body. His heart was pounding, panic was rising in him with every second that passed, every blink he did only to see his father still lying there. And only when he thought that this really was the end, that Henry Morgan was in fact not immortal but just as invincible as everyone else, that he could only survive a certain amount of times, which was now used up, that he had finally reached his destination and left the living for good, the dead man's body in front of him would suddenly disappear. Another blink and he was gone.
Only then, Abe would allow himself to relax, release the breath he was holding, to take in a deep one instead. Part of him would suggest to let his weak knees give in and sit down for a while, while the other wanted nothing else, but to rush down to that river and know for sure, that this was not the last time he'd seen the familiar friendly face of this old-fashioned up-tight crazy doctor. So far, the second part had always won, since he knew very well, how uncomfortable Henry felt, emerging in the middle of the park completely undressed and being dragged away by the police.
This time, Abe had been fast enough. No police report needed. But he couldn't share his fathers enthusiasm after reuniting.
„Aconite!" He had yelled, in a way, some might think he meant „heurika". But he didn't. No need to waste time on saying hello, it was back to business. And so Abe was sitting silently next to him, listening to the painful death one would experience, once the „queen of poison" found it's way through your veins, realizing once more, that there was only one thing, his father would ever be happy with.
Death.