The White Wolf says he believes Sharon might be alive rings in his head over and over as he strides towards the train platform.
Nakia had watched him with a sad, shadowed glance as he kissed her forehead and told her he was going to the lab; despite the crash of desire to tell her her mourning might be in vain, that her friend might yet live, he doesn't dare.
Not yet. Not without some more solid proof. He refuses to make her lose her friend all over again, to give her hope only for it to die a second time.
He loses little time in making his way to the train; takes long, quick strides to the lab. The only thing that keeps him from running is the sinking feeling that perhaps... the White Wolf's pain has created a new delusion for him, one that will surely hurt him dreadfully once more when it dissolves.
"Shuri," he says, entering the lab. There's sympathy in his dark eyes as he looks to the other man. "White Wolf. Tell me what you have learned."
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Nakia had watched him with a sad, shadowed glance as he kissed her forehead and told her he was going to the lab; despite the crash of desire to tell her her mourning might be in vain, that her friend might yet live, he doesn't dare.
Not yet. Not without some more solid proof. He refuses to make her lose her friend all over again, to give her hope only for it to die a second time.
He loses little time in making his way to the train; takes long, quick strides to the lab. The only thing that keeps him from running is the sinking feeling that perhaps... the White Wolf's pain has created a new delusion for him, one that will surely hurt him dreadfully once more when it dissolves.
"Shuri," he says, entering the lab. There's sympathy in his dark eyes as he looks to the other man. "White Wolf. Tell me what you have learned."