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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 14, 2009 20:10:47 GMT -5
Armand wrestled with indecision the majority of the day. Iseabail's letter lay folded in his pocket, nearly in ruin for how many times he had crumpled, folded, thrown it away... only to smooth it back out and change his mind, again.
He knew he had promised Zizzy, and he knew to see Iseabail in private was the greatest violation of that promise.
But this, the tone of the letter, felt far from sinister-- he suspected, though he didn't know, that Iseabail merely needed closure, and she couldn't receive that closure without talking to him first. Surely he owed Iseabail that. Whatever she needed-- to berate him for his past actions, to show him first hand how well she could do without him, or rub how well she wasn't doing into the old wound of guilt-- he could be that for her, and accept the lot with gladness.
Even so, he didn't think Zizzy would understand why he had to go, and certainly not if he said Iseabail hadn't specified what she wanted to talk about. But if this was what he thought it was, then going would make it easier for both parties to keep away from each other.
He entered the familiar rooms of the opera house with no small amount of sadness and regret, but he pushed it aside and continued to Iseabail's room-- knocking when he reached it. He hadn't forewarned of his coming in a letter, mostly because he hadn't decided he was coming for sure until he was at the actual doors of the opera house.
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