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[personal profile] peacemakers 2016-10-07 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Faraday were an honest man, he'd tell her exactly what he expected:

His passing would go unmarked. His body would go unmourned. His grave, whatever form that took, whether his body was piled into a ditch or left in the fields, would grow grass and thorny weeds until the freshly turned earth finally dried.

He expected to be forgotten. In life, that felt like a tragedy, but it also felt like what he deserved.

What he says aloud, though, is this: ]


Dunno what I thought.

[ But it figures, really, that she'd tend to their graves. Emma always did have a strong moral sense, from the little Faraday has seen, is perfect in righteousness, has a whole mess of other qualities that Faraday desperately lacked. Stubborn as a mule, but someone who sought fairness and decency in all things.

Little wonder she was the one to bring down a devil as prolific as Bartholomew Bogue.

He feels like he should offer some word of appreciation to her – for this, for everything – but Faraday is not the type of person for whom sincerity or gratitude comes easily. Feels odd, besides, to thank someone for tidying his grave, prettying it up, because he's starting to realize that these markers are for the living more than they're for the dead.

The dead don't give a shit, after all. On account of being dead.

But he may not see her again, and Emma has been nothing but decent to him, even when he tried his hardest to form a terrible impression in their first few days together. He really ought to return the favor, at long last. ]


... Listen. I— Before I go. If I— don't come back—

[ He takes a deep breath. (He doesn't need to breathe.) ]

Thank you, for what you've done. What you did, back when I...

[ He trails off with something of a grimace. ]

Anyway. I appreciate it. I do. Or, well— [ He fidgets a little where he sits. ] I did, I suppose, at the time. You've done me a better kindness than I ever warranted, so— thank you.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2016-10-07 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stilted as his thanks are, it would've been even worse if she had interrupted. He would have gladly suffered a joke, though, considering what he was in life – what he is now. Always did like a good joke, Faraday, always could've done with a bit of ribbing to poke holes in his arrogance.

He might've done better with a bit of ridicule, even, because her sincerity makes him itch. Appreciative as he is for her kindness, he doesn't think he's ever had so much directed at him all at once in his life. It's a strange feeling – something caught between discomfited and proud at once. He thinks it might actually feel kind of nice, as much as it chafes.

But there's his name again, formed in her voice. (He hasn't been called Joshua in so many years. He can count on one hand the number of people in this state alone to whom he's personally told his name.) The shock of it makes him look up again, makes him catch her eyes with his. Apprehension and uncertainty warring with that fiery resolve he's come to understand as so purely Emma Cullen.

For a little while, he just nods at her words – it's all he can manage, really, because a lump manifests in his throat, traps up his voice. But there's surprise on his face, and relief, too, and he thinks that maybe this existence, whatever the hell it might be, might not be so bad if he's got at least one person to talk to.

Assuming he comes back, that is. It hadn't been a concern before, but it's a concern now, and he feels worry start to gnaw in his gut. This might be it. Faraday, as he knows himself, might very well be gone after this very moment. But... maybe if he holds on to that dangerous sort of hope, things might be alright.

Quietly, in a voice strained and roughened by his gratitude, he says, ]
I'll try.

Emma... tha—

[ And he disappears from sight. ]