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Franz d'Epinay ([personal profile] discretion) wrote in [community profile] ataraxioff 2013-04-30 09:18 am (UTC)

[Franz can't think about it. He simply can't. What would it accomplish? He's already feeling claustrophobic, knowing they're out in space in a ship and the only way he's even alive is because of this strange situation. He'll never see the Paris of his youth again. He'll probably never see his mother again. It's a miracle that Albert is here, but he's suspicious of it.

What's left, if he can't admit he's afraid to face this?

Just like he could never face so many truths, just laughed at them over his shoulder and held on tightly to the boy in front of him when he knew, he knew he would lose Albert someday, he just couldn't let it be like that...


No, it has to be jokes as usual.]


Hey, one of us has to stay levelheaded here, y'know.

[His voice says looks like it's me again.]

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