Date: 2008-04-25 10:07 pm (UTC)
"I didn't say that," Adam says softly. "Things touch me, but then they are gone, sometimes so fast I barely can register that they were there to begin with." Fleeting lives, lovers, children, friends gone in the space of one heart beat to the next. Sometimes there was warning, a chance to say goodbye, but too often there was nothing.

"Because the others ... they likely wouldn't have allowed its destruction anyway. He risked his own rise to power if he went against them any more than imprisoning me."
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