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10.31.2012 , 06:43 PM |
Question of When
"You... did..." Words failed him and Broan's mouth just hung open. Betrayal and rage surged through his stomach, but it was sorrow that built in his throat. He stood there, hands balled into fists by his sides, looking down at a man he once thought he knew.
He reacted. Simple and primal, the rush of emotion over took his body and he could only watch. The creak of his black leather gloves as they curled around the collar of the man's uniform, the look of terror and acceptance on his face and then the crunch as flesh and bone met with the floor. Broan straddled the man, pinning him to the floor, their faces inches apart. It was only then that he realised he was screaming and the man beneath him was sobbing.
"It was my duty. I didn't..."
"Want to," Broan rage subsided, but he could still feel it simmering away inside. He sat back and looked Rochester in the eyes. His face was flushed red with tears. Rochester flinched away from his touch and in that moment, Broan hated himself. "Get out."
Rochester stood, smoothed out the crumples in his uniform and wiped his tear stained face. He did not look at Broan and said nothing as he left the room. His composure and his uniform were immaculate.
Broan lent heavily on his table after Rochester had left, taking the time to breathe and regain control of his emotions. There was a clear path laid out before him. He wished it did not have to end this way. He wished it did not have to end at all.