Prompt: 13. The price of silence
Characters: Luck, Maiza
Summary: It's something they would have to deal with eventually, if they wanted to stay.
"What did you do?" It's a question Luck needs answered. The years are going by and his family has yet to age.
It was easy, at first, to hide this, but times have changed. People have changed. They will wonder and talk and maybe one of them will try to do something about it.
"Over the years," Maiza slowly responds, eyes closing with the weight of his memories. "I've moved from place to place, from countries and villages."
"I see." That is an answer, but not the one he wants. "You've lived here for a while though."
"I have." A pause. "For almost fifty or so years."
"What did you do, then?"
Maiza smiles sadly and a shiver runs through Luck's spine.
"If someone dangerous got too close..." his voice trails off and he turns away. "Well, you know the most effective way of silencing people."
And, Luck thinks as his fingers brush his gun, he does.