Park bench. Refiltered water. Bread. Peanut butter.
As I chew, I think about last meals. I could insist on treating us both to something halfway decent, but I figure Trowa's gonna need all the cash he can get for his shuttle ticket off this shithole.
I think about last rites.
Confession. They say it's good for the soul. Not sure I've still got one of those, but maybe I should give it a shot. Jamesson would probably listen if I asked him to. He won't be able to absolve me — wrong branch of the Christianity tree — but it's not like that's a realistic expectation anyway.
Maybe I can share a bough with Judas. He'd sold out his best friend for gold. I'm guilty of no better.
To find and free Duo from his demons, Trowa leaves his uneventful life at the circus for the mean streets of an obscure colony in L2. A re-write of the author's 2004 fanfic "Shinigami Sleeps."
My notes: Trowa has a disturbing dream about Duo and goes in search of him. The more he looks, the more he realizes that Duo is doing poorly after the war. When he finds him on L2, it's an uphill battle to get Duo to consider reasons to live instead of reasons to die, and from there to making a difference in the slums of L2 when a preacher tries to offer new hope where it is needed most. But Trowa's never been one to shy away from a fight. Kudos for excellent work in creating a very believable pidgin slanguage for L2. CW for suicidal ideation, poverty, consensual and nonconsensual drug use, gang warfare, human trafficking, veiled homophobia and anime levels of violence.