The Book Whose Title Must Not Be Spoken

over clasped fingers i stared at the little skinny nobody who dared to question my authority

"but ma'am, millions would die!"

like i cared. i mean really, in the long run we will become a stronger race. the good of the many outweigh the lives of the few. a million here, a million there. when our population is in the billions, it means nothing.

"proceed with the attack, i do not answer to you."

she sighs, but finally leaves me in peace.


peace, what this whole war is over. some damn peace this is.


"really, now, that was harsh"

oh great now my conscious is here. JUST what i needed today.

"fuck off james, i don't need your crap too."

"aww Kat, that's mean. i'm only looking out for your best interests!"

"don't call me that! only she is allowed that privilege and you know it! what do you want anyway? you're supposed to be over looking the preparations"

"i just came to see who you were embarrassing now. everyone is worried about you, yanno? you've changed since this whole thing started."

"yeah well, circumstances change, and i shall go with it and make my plans to fit."

he puts his hand on my shoulder and i lean into this small embrace.

"just don't forget what we are here for dear.."

"never."


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.. start of a story perhaps? i dunno, should i continue it?

(title taken from an interview with Garth nix <3 )