Talak didn't know how long he'd been waiting out here at the entrance to this small alley, but it had been hours at the least. Standing had turned to sitting, and sitting had turned to a brief, fitful sleep that jolted him awake as the nightmares returned. Time had become a blur to him, and prudence was replaced by desperation.
Talak was far from stupid, and although finding out where Trys lived had been difficult, he had finally done it after several days of searching. What little decency he had left kept him from simply walking up and knocking on the door - remembering that she did have a son - but he was sure that her opinion of him waiting just across the street wouldn't go over much better either. But he was at his wits end. He needed someone and as unfair as it might be to show up near her doorstep after months, he felt like he had no other choice. He couldn't very well walk into the precinct and ask to set up a meeting with her... could he? He had saved the lives of several officers, but he couldn't risk that one of them might recognize him as the killer from the holorecordings. The stakes now were simply too high.
If she saw him first, she would immediately notice that he looked unwell. His skin was pale and his face looked thin. His eyes were a sickly yellow, and something was quite wrong with him. She may actually think he'd contracted some deadly illness since last they'd spoken, and he wondered if that wouldn't have been for the better. He noted the borderline suicidal streak hadn't improved since last he'd seen her, and her words still echoed in his mind.
"I hope I never see you again." Even thinking about them now felt like a knife to the heart, but he wasn't sure any longer that he could blame her. He was becoming exactly what she hated, and he wondered if she would even hear a word he had to say. What choice do you have? The end of this... path is coming. There's no more putting off the fork in the road.
Talak was far from stupid, and although finding out where Trys lived had been difficult, he had finally done it after several days of searching. What little decency he had left kept him from simply walking up and knocking on the door - remembering that she did have a son - but he was sure that her opinion of him waiting just across the street wouldn't go over much better either. But he was at his wits end. He needed someone and as unfair as it might be to show up near her doorstep after months, he felt like he had no other choice. He couldn't very well walk into the precinct and ask to set up a meeting with her... could he? He had saved the lives of several officers, but he couldn't risk that one of them might recognize him as the killer from the holorecordings. The stakes now were simply too high.
If she saw him first, she would immediately notice that he looked unwell. His skin was pale and his face looked thin. His eyes were a sickly yellow, and something was quite wrong with him. She may actually think he'd contracted some deadly illness since last they'd spoken, and he wondered if that wouldn't have been for the better. He noted the borderline suicidal streak hadn't improved since last he'd seen her, and her words still echoed in his mind.
"I hope I never see you again." Even thinking about them now felt like a knife to the heart, but he wasn't sure any longer that he could blame her. He was becoming exactly what she hated, and he wondered if she would even hear a word he had to say. What choice do you have? The end of this... path is coming. There's no more putting off the fork in the road.