Post-London Lost

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Aftermath

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A little nothing.

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Just a little character piece, only a few paragraphs, on one of my Lost PCs.

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'Is this my problem?'

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I turn to Shard and ask the question. Do I need to care about this nonsense or is it merely an ego screaming for attention? Is this the appropriate reaction, do I have the right emotion?
Satisfied, I return to scanning the entrance for the Gentry, for the real foe. Or do you merely seek a redemption, or worse, a return?
Enough of this, it is time to act the Jack Fetch, to remove a Sidhe-left Thorn in reality. Oh, such a hero. Are you out to do what is right or merely to protect your own self image?
The sterile tile-bound room act as a stark contrast to the browning, curling leaves left drifting on the floor. I oversee the child putting on the clothes of her Fetch and I know that I have done the right thing. LIAR! You saw another Fetch better than the shadow that it stole. You know that your wife and children preferred your Fetch to you, far nicer, far friendlier, far more human. Is this why you chose to act in this case? Destroy the image and destroy the memory? Who died and made you God?
On guard and on duty again. Honour and Oath holds me to this place, and I do it well. London can sleep as I watch for I will guard it with honesty, integrity and cold logic, not twisted or bound by base emotion. I do this job well because I am not bound by mortal ties or chains of love or hate. I watch and London is safe.     LIAR!