I'm practically hanging over the railing in relief. That was a close one. Damon almost had the perfect shot at piercing Lazarus through. The three surviving males are panting, the length of intensive exertion taking its toll. Reagan's eyes keep darting nervously to the dead body of Damon. He is alone in this battle now and the odds are not looking so favorable. I cannot say I feel sorry for Damon, I didn't particularly like the asshole anyway, but Reagan, well I understand his motives. I understand that love and pain drives him as it did me. My heart is still galloping in my chest when Lazarus looks in my direction. He lifts his hand to his chest and pats twice, right above his heart. I cannot help the laughter from bubbling up as I take my seat again, feeling lighter than before. Lazarus
