because the lives of the wicked should be made brief

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( Well, that is in their culture, too. Would you rather you and your brother and sister were raised differently. Brought up with different values. It doesn't mean he didn't love her, or Annie.

Shepherd charges forward, body checking Patrick. He leans down past him to pick up the book he felt the rattling inside. Swiping it up, he opens the hollowed out book and finds the key. Turning back to Annie, he holds it up. )

You have anything else to say to him, now's the time to say it.

( The front door glows and then shifts, turning from a clear glass to stone, with a handle on the right.

"You're angry. You should be. Don't lose that. I always admired my sister's fire." )

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[Annie turns back to her brother, taking a deep breath and taking this last moment while she has it.]

Are you sure there's nothing you want me to tell your daughter?

[Anything at all?]

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( "Tell her I love her. And I'm sorry." Because what else can he say. Move past this. He knows she's thriving. She's doing good. She and Annie have found a new family.

Shepherd leaves Patrick, stalking past Annie and Bennett, planting himself by the door. )

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[Annie nods, before taking her key and going to join her friend. She moves to slide her key into the lock, before glancing back at him.]

You good?

[Because this isn't over yet, and she wants to make sure his head isn't somewhere else now.]

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Are you?

( He slides his own key in his lock, blocking out everything else. He keeps her gaze, turning when she does. )

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Fair enough.

[Nobody's okay, but they'll figure it out anyway. They both turn their keys together, open the door and slip out into the bright light waiting on the other side.]