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Dan Dreiberg aka Night Owl II (niteowlish) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Again the sound of Rorschach's voice sent a chill through Dan. He was dead. Dan had seen it happen with his own eyes. He'd seen the remains himself, a blood spot in the snow the only thing left of his friend. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out as his old partner held his hand and patted his shoulder.

Dan swallowed, reaching out and gripping Rorschach's hand with both of his. He might have hugged the other man if he didn't think that would cross unspoken barriers regardless of circumstances as amazing as these.

Dan's mouth was dry as he squinted at the mask, Rorschach's words just catching up to him. He couldn't even be annoyed at the gentle chastising. "I can't believe it's you," Dan said, letting go of Rorschach's hand. "How did you get here?"