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prompt five | E N D I N G S dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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That is a very optimistic perspective for someone in your position, love.

[Eames shouldn't be here, sitting next to her on a park bench. He should be far away, on a warm beach on the coast of Greece or in a pub in northern Ireland. He could be absolutely anywhere else in a heartbeat, but he's not. He's directly in the line of fire and under his calm, collected exterior his pulse is racing. If Eames is anything, it is damn good at keeping himself safe from harm if the harm is more than 60% likely to happen. And it is, in this case, a bullet right through Phillipa's skull. He knows this because he was the one to warn her.

A right big mess he's gotten himself into this time, isn't it? It's Arthur's fault in the end, manipulating him into even seeing the kids of a woe-begotten family unit torn to shreds by somnacin. He'll always be a sucker for kids, in the end.

He kept himself distant, but that wasn't enough. He should have cut off all contact, but instead he's here, squinting up at the sky next to a mother soon to be dead and an innocent baby.]