( He watches Tarvos rise to his feet, speak of anger in tones of frustration. Paradise... He'd never thought concretely what that might look like - it wasn't really for him to know. When he'd first regained his identity as Macha, he didn't even care. But speaking again to those to whom he had lingering attachment, to those who were still kind to him, he has found - he hopes Lily's heaven is a place he can take pictures in, with all the people he's come to care for. He wouldn't mind if he could be of use to that.
Tarvos is not the Barrett he knew, and maybe Barrett and those memories would not return. But maybe there is meaning in their meeting again; however futile; however useless; however badly it stings. )
... I will.
( For the first time in a long time, a smile like he'd worn at the carnival curls his lips, one that he doesn't know is really there. )
And whoever tries to oppose your vengeance, I'll line them up for your guillotine.
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Tarvos is not the Barrett he knew, and maybe Barrett and those memories would not return. But maybe there is meaning in their meeting again; however futile; however useless; however badly it stings. )
... I will.
( For the first time in a long time, a smile like he'd worn at the carnival curls his lips, one that he doesn't know is really there. )
And whoever tries to oppose your vengeance, I'll line them up for your guillotine.