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Cornelius Hickey ([personal profile] spotsalone) wrote2025-04-11 07:04 pm
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[ Ish's intervention... Angelo isn't sure how to feel about it anymore. At the time he'd been furious. Every Monday, waking up plucked from the end he always should have met. "Put me back," he said to Ish at their very first meeting, and he'd been screaming it in his mind for days and days, and now... It's hard to decide how he feels. To say Ish "saved" his life would be giving him too much credit, but he certainly prolonged it.

And he prolonged Hickey's in exactly the same way.

Angelo had never realized - not when Hickey told him about the perils of the expedition back at the castle, not when he agreed to come to the arctic with him and not even when they were marching the grueling miles back towards the ships. A risk of death, yes, even a great one, but... ]


... we'd both have wound up frozen bodies never to be found.

[ This was certainty. Of course it was. The Tuunbaq would not have saved Hickey. They know that now. Angelo saw it happen, and it had been an illusion but it had also been a vision.

They'd have been two unfortunate lowlifes preserved in ice, yet forever unknown.

What a thing to have in common. And what a stomach-turning prospect. His own near-death still fills his mind with a kind of longing, but Hickey among those wretched figures at the camp... He didn't think it was possible to feel any sicker about the memory. ]


I still want to rip Ish to shreds for all of it, but his timing was decent on that one.