"Then I am glad I scarcely remember," replies Aramis with feeling, too weak to fight his own selfish heart. "I could not have born the looks on your faces."
They had hurt him with something first, a pain that seemed to go bone deep in one of his legs, then pricked him again, and with that second one came the feeling of floating towards the city rather than speeding towards it. It is the last real memory Aramis has of the journey.
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Date: 2015-06-29 02:23 am (UTC)They had hurt him with something first, a pain that seemed to go bone deep in one of his legs, then pricked him again, and with that second one came the feeling of floating towards the city rather than speeding towards it. It is the last real memory Aramis has of the journey.
"It was not very kind of them to worry you."