Somewhere across decades, in another New York, secure in the knowledge that she cannot hear him, The Shadow swears profusely. Such events transpired so long ago, for him. Now that he is reliving it remotely through her, history seems to be advancing too quickly to keep up. He has been busy in her absence, pushing himself to return to his usual duties against any medical advice. There is no one else he can trust to perform certain aspects of his work.
Understood. In your own time.
He is not a naturally patient man, but he tries to school himself to it.
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Date: 2009-08-11 01:48 am (UTC)Understood. In your own time.
He is not a naturally patient man, but he tries to school himself to it.