Gone. It was hard to believe. Gone. Captured, hopefully. Possibly dead. Gone.
The news is everywhere. I'm not sure when or where I first heard. I just know that it's repeating every place I go. People keep telling me, giving their sympathies. Maybe they don't understand my lack of reaction.
Shock. I suppose that's the best way to put it. Shock. I still can't quite accept it. I don't know if I ever will. Shock.
Let's think through this logically. He's a weapons developer. He was in Iraq. I'd known there was the possibility of this. Everyone had. We just didn't realize it. This man is immortal, after all. He's huge. He's not one of those regular people who just dies. That's so every day.
But that's not true. He's a normal human being. Just like you and me. He's mortal, he can die. And if he is dead…
Logic. I should tie up some loose ends for him. Start making plans for the funeral. I wonder if he ever wrote his will. Doubt it. Still. Something to look in to. Then it'll be time for job hunting.
Can I ever work for someone else? Will I ever be able to forget?
Screw logic. I won't tie up loose ends. I won't make funeral plans. I won't search for a will. I will wait. He'll come back. He's alive. He'll be fine. He's immortal.
I won't forget.
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