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Fearless
A very short "Farscape" vignette
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
AlisonMDobell@aol.com
http://www.carlajane.50megs.com/Ali00.html
He is gone. I will follow soon. But first. Unfinished business. His shadow. This copy that breaks my heart wants to finish what he began. Kill Scorpius. Destroy the research. I know it is suicide. This plan. I do not care. I am dead anyway. My body just does not know it yet. And it will be good to do something for John. Good to strike back at the monster who has caused so much pain. So I go with him. I cannot give him love. Nor even affection. Just looking at him hurts. My love has already been given. It died with him. And now my body will die alongside the other. I do not like the fact that he will die. Again. But at least I will be there to ensure it is a clean death.
No tears. No sorrow. Emotion is for the living and I died long ago. Solar days. Weekens. Monens. Or just Arns. It does not matter. I am what I am. He is what he is. Even this twin knows that much. I see the emptiness in his eyes. The sorrow. The hardness that is so alien to him has become him. I did this. I am not proud. Nor am I ashamed. I am what I am. I did not ask him to love me. To change his world for mine. To turn the soft planes of his imagination into the harsh angles of this battlefield. This endless struggle to survive. It will be over soon. I cannot wait to embrace the end. To watch our enemy destroyed even as we are destroyed. We have come so far. Achieved so much. I have finally become what he said I would become. I am more. A solitary tear falls from my eyes. I feel it not. Only aware it has fallen by the reflection in the other's eyes. He is more affected by that than anything. Not Scorpius. Not the Aurora Chair. Not the harsh brutality of an alien world whose currency is violence. Not even an uncaring universe. For him it is my tears that broke him. Like the one I lost he made me what I am. I go to my death with a song in my heart. The empty echo where I exist will soon be gone. Silent. I am what I am.
The certainty of death has made me calm. Strong. Fearless.
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