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Mar. 7th, 2013 12:29 pmHe was settling. He thought. Living with Eleanor was so different from constantly moving toward her, chasing her down, and before that, walking with her through the slowly decaying halls of Rapture in search of corpses, angels, blood... that could barely have been called living with. Life without needing to protect her. Just... life.
But it was happening. As with everything else, he was learning. They both were.
But sometimes he still needed time on his own, time to walk and think. So on a day when he had nowhere to be, and Eleanor was in school, he fed Eve and then took to the street and made his way to the park. Everything might be dead now, brown and gray and leafless, but he understood that it wouldn't always be that way, and if he was honest, he went there often now to look for a sign. The first green shoots. The first buds on the trees. Not reassurance. But something like it.
Watching life was what he did now. Watching life without needing to kill for it.
It felt good.
But it was happening. As with everything else, he was learning. They both were.
But sometimes he still needed time on his own, time to walk and think. So on a day when he had nowhere to be, and Eleanor was in school, he fed Eve and then took to the street and made his way to the park. Everything might be dead now, brown and gray and leafless, but he understood that it wouldn't always be that way, and if he was honest, he went there often now to look for a sign. The first green shoots. The first buds on the trees. Not reassurance. But something like it.
Watching life was what he did now. Watching life without needing to kill for it.
It felt good.
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