If anything confirms the weight of the secrets they carry, it is Aramis’ sudden, startled silence. Athos lifts his chin with a certain sort of satisfaction, but the victory is too hollow to be enjoyed when it causes them all such pain. He looks at Porthos, and at Aramis, and he closes his eyes.
Agreeing is the coward’s way out, but Athos does not know what strength he has left within, not after today. Not when he held his wife so close that he swears he can still smell her perfume, and then watched her walk away, taking some part of him with her. Not when he now finds himself trapped in this absurd circle of hell with too few allies and no way out. He cannot risk losing more. He cannot.
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Date: 2014-10-13 03:21 am (UTC)Agreeing is the coward’s way out, but Athos does not know what strength he has left within, not after today. Not when he held his wife so close that he swears he can still smell her perfume, and then watched her walk away, taking some part of him with her. Not when he now finds himself trapped in this absurd circle of hell with too few allies and no way out. He cannot risk losing more. He cannot.
If that makes him a coward, then so be it.
He drains his glass and manages a curt nod.