| Flung Into This Pit |
[Feb. 19th, 2004|06:05 pm] |
Here I am, suspended like a spider on its thread, slung here by purposeful currents of power, in this pathetic little prison. Not my prison, no, not mine...but thiers. Sad little mice in their pale maze.
I have a way out, oh yes. For me. And maybe for them.
Maybe just for -her-...which is all They require in their mercy. I'd just as soon let the rest burn...
...but there's something to be said for that little extra effort...and there *is* some potential here that I'm sure They would appreciate...and reward. Perhaps my mentoring days are not over after all...
I will visit her soon. I wonder how she will react...seeing *me* after so long?
Well...I suppose I should prepare some defenses...just in case.
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