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The Way Out is Through (Aidan)
Before the polished wooden door, Evey repetitively clenched her strong, thin fingers in uncharacteristic hesitation. It wasn't fear; she'd stood in front of his monster prepared to do what must be done regardless of personal cost. On more than one occasion now, she'd done that. It wasn't fear, or at least, it wasn't fear for her life. In her mind's eye, she saw him kneeling on the floor by his kitchen sink, still the noble man she knew, fighting against the demon inside him. On that day, she couldn't comfort him as she'd wanted. Now...
Now, she didn't know what she was supposed to do or who she was supposed to be with him. Lover. Ex-lover. Mourner. Judge. Defender. What was she to him now that she was both more and less than she'd been before?
Her jaw turned diamond-hard. It didn't matter. She wasn't here for her own answers. She was here out of an innate sense of duty. He deserved to know what had happened to his lover. What had happened to her. She knew that whatever confusion she felt, it would be worse for him. And it was weak of her to be standing here on his threshold hesitating like a teenager afraid of rejection. Rejection didn't factor into this. She'd deal with whatever he threw her way. Because he deserved that much. Because he would suffer more than she would.
As her resolve slipped into place, she raised her fist and knocked three times, sharply. Enough of this, now. Her frame squared itself solidly in front of Aidan's door. She lifted her chin. She was ready. She told herself she was ready.
Now, she didn't know what she was supposed to do or who she was supposed to be with him. Lover. Ex-lover. Mourner. Judge. Defender. What was she to him now that she was both more and less than she'd been before?
Her jaw turned diamond-hard. It didn't matter. She wasn't here for her own answers. She was here out of an innate sense of duty. He deserved to know what had happened to his lover. What had happened to her. She knew that whatever confusion she felt, it would be worse for him. And it was weak of her to be standing here on his threshold hesitating like a teenager afraid of rejection. Rejection didn't factor into this. She'd deal with whatever he threw her way. Because he deserved that much. Because he would suffer more than she would.
As her resolve slipped into place, she raised her fist and knocked three times, sharply. Enough of this, now. Her frame squared itself solidly in front of Aidan's door. She lifted her chin. She was ready. She told herself she was ready.