[ He doesn't know why he thinks of her now, only that he does given the ties she'd established with everyone else he'd left behind.
( Midnight Riders get shore leave, Josh. She takes hers and goes back home to your little town to touch base with your boys. )
He'd read up on the Riders then, tried to reconcile the girl looking helplessly out over that ledge with the lifestyle led by a conspiracy whose people were always on the road.
Remembering now, the look that Hikaru Shinta had sent his way when he'd quietly murmured I guess, we just... drifted apart. I got sick, she never came by and we just... it was just gone. And then looking up to feel a hitch in his heart, because the Blade King was still looking at him, with eyes that knew too much.
He'd tried to leave then, rising quickly from his seat in that bar in Shin Yamatai's entertainment district, the core of him utterly rattled because Annie Finnick had been his Great Perhaps -- and he'd missed any chance with her all because someone's wires got crossed. ]
Letting go usually is. [ A kind look now, sent Makoto's way. That sympathetic silence that just goes: I feel you, bro. ]
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( Midnight Riders get shore leave, Josh. She takes hers and goes back home to your little town to touch base with your boys. )
He'd read up on the Riders then, tried to reconcile the girl looking helplessly out over that ledge with the lifestyle led by a conspiracy whose people were always on the road.
Remembering now, the look that Hikaru Shinta had sent his way when he'd quietly murmured I guess, we just... drifted apart. I got sick, she never came by and we just... it was just gone. And then looking up to feel a hitch in his heart, because the Blade King was still looking at him, with eyes that knew too much.
He'd tried to leave then, rising quickly from his seat in that bar in Shin Yamatai's entertainment district, the core of him utterly rattled because Annie Finnick had been his Great Perhaps -- and he'd missed any chance with her all because someone's wires got crossed. ]
Letting go usually is. [ A kind look now, sent Makoto's way. That sympathetic silence that just goes: I feel you, bro. ]