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He’ll be the first to admit that finding dead bodies just didn’t bother him anymore - racking up a kill count in the triple figures did that to a man - but it’s not the half-bloodied corpse of his would-be target that surprises Shane– instead, it’s the sight of the familiar face painting next to the body, as if it weren’t there and it was just some casual art scene. The conduit recognized the other from times that have long since passed, when his powers didn’t exist and maintaining an innocent facade was much easier.

Shane thought that Tim didn’t do murder, and the same was probably true for vice versa. But maybe it’s about time they both stopped making assumptions about each other. He approaches tentatively– not nervous about being seen, but nervous about wondering if he’ll even be recognized anymore, after all this time.

                His most recent kill was messy. Not the whole killing process, but what came after. The blood gathering, the painting and the hiding of the body. He heard someone come after his target and, as his target was twitching in the grassy ground, pleading for air, the only thing Timothy could do was place the half empty jar of white ink next to the slit he made on the other’s throat, watching how the thin liquid mixed with the paste. it was all he needed to finish the panting.

                Of course that moving away from the body would be the best idea. He could blame it on anyone else that was around the place for the guy’s death, but upon hearing such a familiar voice, he smiled, eyes never drifting away from the painting. Shane. Oh how he missed the guy. Maybe he had picked up on the whole ‘red to grey’ paint case.

“It’s not a question of who is wrong and what is right.”

“I never meant for you to feel this way.”

“And I’ve lost who I am, and I can’t understand.”

“I will not wait here and waste my whole life.”

“A perfect day is everyday I’m spending my life with you.”

“But I know, all I know, is that the end’s beginning.”

“I have learned that I can’t earn any love you’ve given.”

“I am finding out that love will kill and save me.”

“This will be the life I’m meant to lead.”

“The future’s open wide, beyond believing.”

“My heart is so broken, rejecting your love.”  

“I can’t explain how I fall in love with everything that you do.”

“You never cared to hear the other side.”

“Save your breath, your heart has spoken.”

“You could never understand the demons that I face.”  

“I must believe that love could find a way.”

“Shadows carry on, the light is all but gone.”

“I’ll give away all I know to bring you home.”

“All I want is to keep you safe from the cold.”

“Hope will be on my side this time.”

 “I’ve got just one chance to make it right.”

“Go ahead believe that you were right.”