[Guy swallows at that look. It's the sort of shock he didn't expect from a ghastly accurate spectre. All the times he's seen Julian in his mind, he's been perhaps blissfully unaware that Guy looked on, the man who "changed" his politics and didn't believe in it all any more. It didn't matter that he stood for them secretly, that the past was buried but that such passions weren't dead. Julian had never known that Guy felt alive because he, all along, had wanted the same thing and found a way to fight for it. His fighting wasn't on the front lines, in an ambulance as Julian had been. He'd fought for these things differently, in games of cloak and dagger.
Still, never had he watched Julian look at him in such dreams. Yes, Julian had always remained lost, even in Guy's dreams. Lost to his own world. Lost to the world. Lost.
Now, he turns?
Guy suddenly remembers the cigarette and reaches over to the table he chose to ash it. His eyes never leave that face.]
You read Auden, didn't you?
[Hell of a thing to ask, with all that's hanging in the air around them both, with Guy's heart pumping away on his bloody sleeve.
He doesn't know what to ask. He doesn't know how to ask a ghost. He doesn't know.]
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Still, never had he watched Julian look at him in such dreams. Yes, Julian had always remained lost, even in Guy's dreams. Lost to his own world. Lost to the world. Lost.
Now, he turns?
Guy suddenly remembers the cigarette and reaches over to the table he chose to ash it. His eyes never leave that face.]
You read Auden, didn't you?
[Hell of a thing to ask, with all that's hanging in the air around them both, with Guy's heart pumping away on his bloody sleeve.
He doesn't know what to ask.
He doesn't know how to ask a ghost.
He doesn't know.]