There's a sickening crunch, the familiar and torturous twisting of muscle and cartilage fighting to heal around the intrusion. He arches his back, jolted from his unconscious state just long enough to look back up at her in the moment of realization.
It could just be her imagination that she can see what might be a fleeting moment of gratitude in those dark eyes. It could be so many things in that moment.
She'll never get to know.
The grenade explodes in a gorey miasma of flesh, blood and bone.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2006-10-19 03:45 am (UTC)It could just be her imagination that she can see what might be a fleeting moment of gratitude in those dark eyes. It could be so many things in that moment.
She'll never get to know.
The grenade explodes in a gorey miasma of flesh, blood and bone.