In the cover of office darkness... When I lay in extremis I looked up into his intense, haunted hazel eyes and I thought...

This is my friend. I love him...

I need...I can't voice my need. I never can.

In the revealing sterile hospital light...

When I lay dying I looked up into her intense, compassionate blue eyes and I thought...

This is my friend. I love her...

I need...I need to apologize for my past failures to aid them in the quest. To tell her I don't want to die in vain - my life wasted. And I did tell her. I meant it. I hope she will tell him of my need to make amends. I can't. I never can.

In the darkness that pretends to be the light of day...

When I sat, healed, quite miraculously it seemed...

I looked into the eyes of my friends, my only friends. My possible avenging angels and...I cast them out. I need...I feel...oh yes I feel now. I feel like a traitor, betrayer, desecrator. I feel like I want to die. But I can't...can I?

In the darkness that is the darkness of my soul...

When I sat, close to defeat...

I thought...

I looked into the green eyes of the devil...and I need...the strength of my friends. And I know I'll never go down without a fight. I never can.

-The End-

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