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the_explorer) wrote2014-12-17 12:01 am
the_explorer) wrote2014-12-17 12:01 am
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Murtaugh is 60, and he can finally see it all.
He's spent so much time running, he's spent so much time trying, and he's failed at every venture. Failed with his followers, failed with the subnet, just failed. He didn't understand it at the time, but seeing the conjoining of all Layers at the Knit, he understands. He can see the destruction that hath been wrought.
He'd always been sorry for his followers, of course. Aware they were sacrificing themselves for him. He'd been convinced it was all for a greater good - but was it really? All seven layers meet together at the Knot, and you can see what has happened to Everything.
Murtaugh falls to his knees at the sight of it all. He can't help but think.. if only he'd succeeded in catching Elizabeth once, just once. Maybe she would have stopped him long before this. But she ran from him, to lure him... to this? She knew. She knew.
Now he did, too.
He's spent so much time running, he's spent so much time trying, and he's failed at every venture. Failed with his followers, failed with the subnet, just failed. He didn't understand it at the time, but seeing the conjoining of all Layers at the Knit, he understands. He can see the destruction that hath been wrought.
He'd always been sorry for his followers, of course. Aware they were sacrificing themselves for him. He'd been convinced it was all for a greater good - but was it really? All seven layers meet together at the Knot, and you can see what has happened to Everything.
Murtaugh falls to his knees at the sight of it all. He can't help but think.. if only he'd succeeded in catching Elizabeth once, just once. Maybe she would have stopped him long before this. But she ran from him, to lure him... to this? She knew. She knew.
Now he did, too.
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Except the suggestion of possibly shooting her disturbs the group, who murmur along themselves and lower their guns. "We're sorry, Miss Elizabeth," one of them says, and she rewards them with a comforting smile.
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