Late to Church

[old_man_acht]

The boundary around the church feels spun-glass fragile, but still there is power enough here to make Acht's teeth ache. This has been rebuilt after being broken, he thinks as he picks his way carefully over the sleet-strewn ice, and the rubble nearer to the church only serves to confirm his suspicions.

He keeps to the shelter of the trees, his hands clenched in his pockets. The cold is almost unbearable, but for Lara's sake, he will bear it and watch.

This is the place. He has only to remember the priest's stricken face in the headlamps of his car to know that this is the place.

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[come_to_spoil_everything]

The sun has nearly gone down, but there's still enough light to work by, and still repairs to make on the bike. In spite of the chill, Risei's left his coat downstairs with Lara, and even set his overshirt aside since there's only so many times he can wash it. The oil on his hands is cold, but it doesn't stop him from working, or the work from needing to be done. And it doesn't stop him from smiling, either. Lara's here, and as safe as she can be, and recovering, and that's almost more important than the rest.

He revs the engine, and there's still a rattle loud enough to echo off the construction and the cement blocks. Darn. But there's still time, and he breaks out a wrench, goes back to work...