Storytime
"I've got a story to tell you."
He watches her with his one good eye, cold despite the worn leather jacket. He's been cold for a while; he's gotten used to it.
II
"A few years ago, I was travelling with this guy. Big, gruff, had a bit of a drawl, you know?"
He watches as her mouth stretches. Into a grimace? A smile?
She knows; of course she knows.
II
"He was-"
He looks away as she tries to find the words.
"He was a protector. A guardian, I guess you could say."
II
"We kept each other safe."
The air is still with her intake of breath; he dares not interrupt.
"Right up 'til the end."
II
"Lot of good that did."
Maybe it's a trick of the light, the sunset filtering through the salt-laden winter air and reflecting off so many miniscule snowflakes, but he could swear that she was crying Jesus' garden tears. If he could swear anymore.
"It's my fault."
II
"You know, I'm not scared anymore."
He feels some sort of warmth where there should be none, deep in the pit of his stomach, in the space where his heart used to be. A calming sense of pride.
"I'm just angry."
She lifts the blade.
The blade goes down into black.
Author's Note: So, I'd say this is obviously set after the trailer for Part 2. Your choice as to who you see it as, and when it is.
Have a good winter (or Christmas) break.
-Nate