Heroes RP World 2 - Reflections

Wayward Daughter wrote:For a moment, he kept on wishing, but really he knew that it wouldn't work like that. It wouldn't be that simple. He couldn't save them just by wishing it - actually, he couldn't save them at all. He hadn't been able to warn or protect them.

That wish and that hope was shown vividly on his face, none of the emotion hidden at all. It brought new tears to my eyes.

I'm sorry, Nathan, I whispered, finding my voice cracking and breaking over the words. Somehow, this made me feel even more of a failure. I ought to have been able to save them, somehow. I ought to have been able to protect them all. He shouldn't have even known they were in any danger.

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Hope was beginning to slip away as the days continued to pass with no news. I tried to keep our lives moving - the kids kept going to school, I continued to work, but it was becoming harder and harder. Was there any point in pretending life could go on like normal when even if we did fix it, it would only be a few days - maybe weeks - of happiness before it was all snatched away again?

(I thought you were a telepath, not an empath )

(I'd hear your pain )

(Doesn't make you feel it And I almost wrote that Hayley could feel it, there, before I remembered she's missing )

(Aww!! )

(How many ways can we RP "we don't know what to do"? )

Every time an agent would enter my office, or as much as even look in my direction or call to me, I couldn't help it, the hope which would rise only to be dashed every time. At least they weren't offering condolences though. Not anymore. Everyone now seemed to have a policy of trying to feign ignorance, at least until they actually had something to report - if they ever would.

We didn't know what to do

(Think that's it )

Another such occurance happened right now. A young agent knocked timidly on the door, pushing it open. Her eyes met mine, and that was all it took.

I'm sorry, she whispered.

What's happened? I asked at once, finding that my voice was barely louder than her whisper had been. She shook her head.

We found them..... sort of..... but....

I didn't ask what she was omitting: it was painfully, agonisingly clear. It was.... it was too late.

Where are they? I asked.

They only appeared on the radar for about a minute.... but they were in DC then, she listed a more detailed address. But then they vanished again.... it was more than....

Again, I didn't need to ask. The second vanishing was confusing me, though.

You mean you can't locate their.... them? I asked, finding myself unable to say "their bodies". That'd make it too real. She shook her head unwillingly. The significance of that was clear: with a body, someone could revive.

I'm sorry, she said again, finding no other words. She left soon, and it was almost as if she was fleeing the office. Fleeing the responsibility of the grief. I barely noticed, however, too lost in my shock, my pain, the confirmation of my fears.