AN: Hello again. This one's a request from C.I.TigerFan - "With or Without You" by U2, but when I wrote this the Scala Choir's version was in my head. A bit of an Untethered postep.
My hands are tied,
my body bruised. She's got me with
nothing to win and
nothing left to lose.
It's times like these I miss the service. Black and white are easier to live with than just blue. The "us and them" mentality means there's one clear-cut victim. This time it's not me – it was Eames. I took advantage of our friendship and now I've torpedoed both our careers, among other things.
I spent my whole life worrying about other people, which is decent way to live I guess, so since there's no one left, I'll live for Eames, even though I've nothing to give her.
From now until I die, I'll be hanging on her every word.