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Five (jumps) wrote in somerealityrpg,

A soft, almost smile tugged at the corners of his lips as Audrey spoke, as he saw that she had understood him. When was the last time anyone had understood him about anything? Had anyone? For a moment, he thought Klaus might have, but then he'd let himself get distracted by a briefcase and the impending doom of his entire world. Other than that, however, he could not name a single person who ignited that strange spark of pure recognition in him. She'd understood his quote and, now, his anecdote, something he thought no one outside of his family would get without explanation (and he wasn't so convinced everyone inside his family would get it, either). For one moment, he wondered if this was what it was like to not be so alone in the world.

Sitting still, he listened as she spoke, eyebrows furrowing. He already had an idea of where the story was going based on their previous conversation, but that didn't mean he enjoyed actually hearing aloud about Audrey's girlfriend. Or about how she'd been used as a means to control her.

Looking down at his glass, Five quietly spoke. "I tried to save the world, and no one understood. One life to save billions... But someone I cared about was used against me to save that one life." He set his glass down and made short work of refilling it, letting himself briefly get lost in that simple act. The weight of the bourbon bottle, the soft splashing of the liquid, the right amount of pressure to recork the bottle. He didn't want to think about Dolores, and he especially didn't want to think about the ultimatum Luther had given him. And he certainly didn't want to think about how there was a very real possibility that that one life would have been the wrong life to prevent the apocalypse, that it wouldn't have made a difference at all.