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A Guilty Conscience
Title: A Guilty Conscience
Characters/Pairings: Reeve, with Cait
Team: Turks
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Series: Original
Reeve poured four fingers of single malt into a glass, and turned out the lights.
Midgar was such a beautiful place, at night. All the stars of heaven, all around. Every block a nebula of constellations.
Except Sector Seven. The dark, silent wedge made symmetrical accusations.
Reeve swallowed a mouthful of the scotch. Accurate accusations, too. Thousands, tens of thousands dead. Because he hadn't had the balls to argue with a single man.
He drank in silence, staring into the dark where stars once had been.
After a bit, Cait came to sit at his side, purring at absent pats.
Characters/Pairings: Reeve, with Cait
Team: Turks
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Series: Original
Reeve poured four fingers of single malt into a glass, and turned out the lights.
Midgar was such a beautiful place, at night. All the stars of heaven, all around. Every block a nebula of constellations.
Except Sector Seven. The dark, silent wedge made symmetrical accusations.
Reeve swallowed a mouthful of the scotch. Accurate accusations, too. Thousands, tens of thousands dead. Because he hadn't had the balls to argue with a single man.
He drank in silence, staring into the dark where stars once had been.
After a bit, Cait came to sit at his side, purring at absent pats.