ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Re: Woods: Holly and Rafe
Rafe hadn't so much willingly sacrificed his life as he had gone along with orders that blatantly ignored the danger of what lay ahead for the men they were issued to. None of the men in his unit, their unit, had gone into that engagement expecting what they had come face to face with, and not one of them had expected that it would be their last. By all rights that was what it should have been for Rafe as well, Aubrey too, but something had kept them from breathing their last in those blood-stained sands. If you asked Rafe that something was Aubrey, considering the lengths his Staff Sergeant had gone to in order to get them both out of there, but others might call it fate. Destiny.
Whatever had caused it, it had given him the tools he was using here and now to try and figure out what had happened to a young woman he had never even met, someone he shouldn't have had any sort of vested interest in really but it just wasn't that simple for Rafe. Never had been. Never would be. He didn't know Audrey Carpenter but he knew that something terrible had happened to her and that she needed all the help she could get. He knew that something had done this terrible thing to her and if he could do even the smallest, slightest thing to help stop it from doing it to someone else? Then he was sure as Hell going to do it.
Hearing the other man talk so confidently and openly about the supernatural not just as a possibility but almost as a certainty was at both times refreshing and surprising. Rafe hid that surprise very well. It didn't show for so much as a split second, though another werewolf would have been able to pick up on the slight skip in his heartbeat and subtle catch in his breathing. After a moment in which Holly went on to talk about that facility in the area Rafe said, "Something supernatural would be a fair bet, I think." Because if Holly was able to broach the topic that effortlessly and without any trace of uncertainty or anxiety Rafe didn't see any harm in doing the same. "It doesn't feel military to me either," he went on with a shake of his head. "Whoever or whatever is behind this," he went on, lifting his gaze to meet Holly's, "there has to be some kind of goal. A reason. Otherwise why send her back at all?" Yes, she had had her memory seemingly erased, or at the very least scrambled to the point that she couldn't sort through the mess, but there had to be more to it than that.