Chapter 46
Finnigan stoops under the lips of his tent, and slowly shuffles a few paces into the space before letting out a weary sigh. Goddess was he ever exhausted. With the sun just about to break over the horizon, he figured he’d probably been slumped over his professional tools for a little over twenty-nine hours without repose. Well… at least he’d deigned to teach that insufferable boy-physician how to at least make simple medicines… hopefully without the lad’s natural tendencies to incorporate a side-effect of death…
The black-haired male shakes his head slowly, then snorts out a breath of annoyance as his extremely long bangs fall from their preferred place behind his ear. For the Trinity’s sake… did his alter ego not want to trim his locks?! Sure… he could sculpt a body that was solid as a stone temple… but a simple task like getting Katherine to keep his hair shortened was too difficult?!
Stomping over to a small desk in the corner, he then narrows his gaze at the unfamiliar blades tucked inside their sheathes, and feels his typical frown playing at the corners of his mouth. Another thing that had changed for the worse. Swords. Actual bloody swords. He hadn’t spent all those Goddess-damned nights perfecting the art of infiltrated-assassination with daggers in the expectation of refining his hobby to slay monsters…
The wiry apothecary pulls the massive curved sabre from it’s holster, and treats the expanded tip to an expression of pure disdain. What in the Hell was this thing, anyways? Cleave straight through any man… what was the point of that? It would kill them far too quickly, damnit. What was warranted was a quick, clean slice through a single artery. Let the victim have time to confess his sins before being cast into the void. That’s exactly what he’d initially planned for that little brat, Ferdinan…
Just a flick of his wrist as he dashed by, and leave that insufferable Duke to watch his son bleed out. Give that fat bastard the same final few moments as he himself had gotten with Addie. Enough time to console her. To tell her one last time that he loved her with every fibre of his existence… and then watch in horror and denial as the lights in her eyes grew dim…
Finn allows his head to hang low as he slowly pushes the sword back into the sheathe. Even after he’d known that he wouldn’t be able to cut the boy… he’d opted to procure a flint-lock pistol… in the hopes that he’d at least allow himself to pull a light-weight trigger. Just a small squeeze of his finger, and his vengeance would be sated… and yet… as he had the boy dead to rites at the end of the barrel… Adelay had sprung into his mind. A single glimpse of her features was enough to tell him that she didn’t want to be avenged. She didn’t need it where she was now. She was beyond that kind of thing… and waiting for him to join her…
And, sure enough… he’d retreated to some Goddess-forsaken alley… tried to end his existence so that he could meet with his beloved wife. Yet here he was. Still stuck in this miserable world. Plagued now by almost a year of un-known experiences… and a child, who if it hadn’t been born already… was certainly due within another few weeks. A baby. His kid. And Sarah’s…
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Aegis and Order: First Light
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