"Long time ago," Romeo said, and it was, Mercutio's loss feeling like it had happened longer ago than the 11 (15, counting Paris) months that had truly passed. Feeling like it was in another life altogether.
"And I go home and wait for someone to shoot me to serve some ancient feud," he said quietly. "Or I follow Yurika like a puppy until she tires of me, and then to Verona. If there were a way to stay here for longer than this next year..."
"Dying is a part of living." He was firm on that; he no longer feared death. "Maybe this is all a holiday -- our taste of heaven before we go to hell? It is better, even if odd."
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Date: 2008-06-24 01:05 am (UTC)"And I go home and wait for someone to shoot me to serve some ancient feud," he said quietly. "Or I follow Yurika like a puppy until she tires of me, and then to Verona. If there were a way to stay here for longer than this next year..."
"Dying is a part of living." He was firm on that; he no longer feared death. "Maybe this is all a holiday -- our taste of heaven before we go to hell? It is better, even if odd."