Fic: Arc, Part Three
Jun. 10th, 2009 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalThis is just a short continuation of the last scene, but I noticed I haven't posted anything since last Friday's rant.
Lili froze in mid-stretch, turning to stare at her strange, mad brother. “Did the Holy Den Mother tell you that, Marty?”
“Yes. She’s very sorry about it too.”
“So am I. Are you sure she’s not, um, exaggerating slightly?”
“She doesn’t really do that. Though I’ll admit I have to ask for clarification sometimes when she speaks in metaphors. This one was pretty clear though.”
“I see.” She bit her lip, wondering if she should ask what other insights the Holy Den Mother, or at Marty’s peculiar second sight, had in store for them. He had been right far too many times for her to doubt it was all simple delusions, but that didn’t make his pronouncements any more disturbing.
Ask, otherwise you’ll just keep wondering. “Um, did the Den Mother give any reason why I’m going to murder her?”
“I think it’s because White D6 stops you from murdering me,” he told her.
“Why would I…” She shut her mouth, remembering her caution while she waited for the shipping container to open up. She, along with the rest of her family, had been in their fighters providing high cover for their mother while she rescued Marty from the prison. Her mother had never said exactly what they had found when they pulled her little brother from the testing lab where he’d been held, but it had been enough to even quiet down the squad of Resistance trained vulpine commandos who had accompanied her. And she would never forget her mother’s one absolute order she’d given when they started this journey around the Dominion. Your brother must not ever be permitted to fall back into the clutches of the Varn, Lili. If that means you must kill him with your own hand, then you must do it. Then at least he will be in the Holy Den Mother’s arms and not in a Varn interrogation chamber. Better he be dead than face that sort of hell again.
“Whatever you say, Marty.”
TBC
Lili froze in mid-stretch, turning to stare at her strange, mad brother. “Did the Holy Den Mother tell you that, Marty?”
“Yes. She’s very sorry about it too.”
“So am I. Are you sure she’s not, um, exaggerating slightly?”
“She doesn’t really do that. Though I’ll admit I have to ask for clarification sometimes when she speaks in metaphors. This one was pretty clear though.”
“I see.” She bit her lip, wondering if she should ask what other insights the Holy Den Mother, or at Marty’s peculiar second sight, had in store for them. He had been right far too many times for her to doubt it was all simple delusions, but that didn’t make his pronouncements any more disturbing.
Ask, otherwise you’ll just keep wondering. “Um, did the Den Mother give any reason why I’m going to murder her?”
“I think it’s because White D6 stops you from murdering me,” he told her.
“Why would I…” She shut her mouth, remembering her caution while she waited for the shipping container to open up. She, along with the rest of her family, had been in their fighters providing high cover for their mother while she rescued Marty from the prison. Her mother had never said exactly what they had found when they pulled her little brother from the testing lab where he’d been held, but it had been enough to even quiet down the squad of Resistance trained vulpine commandos who had accompanied her. And she would never forget her mother’s one absolute order she’d given when they started this journey around the Dominion. Your brother must not ever be permitted to fall back into the clutches of the Varn, Lili. If that means you must kill him with your own hand, then you must do it. Then at least he will be in the Holy Den Mother’s arms and not in a Varn interrogation chamber. Better he be dead than face that sort of hell again.
“Whatever you say, Marty.”
TBC
