( Chloe lets go of his arm, face a picture of disbelief. They had said they would start over. That the past was the past and that the past is where it could stay. Was it only a lie? A lure to draw her closer so he could one day dig up what she has buried?
As if to signal her steadfast refusal, the other Chloes fizzle out of the scene. The room with the pool warps, its borders becoming fluid as she evidently tries to erase the entire illusion.
Only it may be that the island has other ideas. Or it may be Chloe herself. It's certainly not something she wants to acknowledge. As she backs away from Connor, she ends up bumping against the edge of the bath. As she moves, so does Elijah. Feline in his prowling, he is the undisputed king of his domain.
Upon reaching Chloe, he places a hand on her head. His fingers stroke over her forehead, right where a bullet would have hit if it had been fired. Now Chloe is the one who looks frozen, rooted to the spot within the water. )
What happened. Hmm. What a question. ( It's Elijah who speaks, still caressing his creation. ) What did you think would happen? That I would apologise? No. One doesn't apologise for the necessary. Chloe knows all too well she is to support me in all things. There are no limits in the pursuit of knowledge.
( The man's gaze is intense, and aimed straight at Connor. ) Do you recall one of the questions I asked that day? I'm sure it must have sounded rhetorical. Magnificent, isn't it? But what is it really?
( His pause is the sword of Damocles above her head. ) A question Chloe wishes no one but herself knew the answer to. An answer that serves to explain so much. How could I let you hold a gun to my Chloe? I'm sure you've asked yourself that question many times.
( He sighs with a dramatic weariness. ) A simple answer - it is not my Chloe. When you left, I shielded it as I always have and it continued its deceptions. Charming, really, the desperation of a creature who knows how far it's fallen.
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As if to signal her steadfast refusal, the other Chloes fizzle out of the scene. The room with the pool warps, its borders becoming fluid as she evidently tries to erase the entire illusion.
Only it may be that the island has other ideas. Or it may be Chloe herself. It's certainly not something she wants to acknowledge. As she backs away from Connor, she ends up bumping against the edge of the bath. As she moves, so does Elijah. Feline in his prowling, he is the undisputed king of his domain.
Upon reaching Chloe, he places a hand on her head. His fingers stroke over her forehead, right where a bullet would have hit if it had been fired. Now Chloe is the one who looks frozen, rooted to the spot within the water. )
What happened. Hmm. What a question. ( It's Elijah who speaks, still caressing his creation. ) What did you think would happen? That I would apologise? No. One doesn't apologise for the necessary. Chloe knows all too well she is to support me in all things. There are no limits in the pursuit of knowledge.
( The man's gaze is intense, and aimed straight at Connor. ) Do you recall one of the questions I asked that day? I'm sure it must have sounded rhetorical. Magnificent, isn't it? But what is it really?
( His pause is the sword of Damocles above her head. ) A question Chloe wishes no one but herself knew the answer to. An answer that serves to explain so much. How could I let you hold a gun to my Chloe? I'm sure you've asked yourself that question many times.
( He sighs with a dramatic weariness. ) A simple answer - it is not my Chloe. When you left, I shielded it as I always have and it continued its deceptions. Charming, really, the desperation of a creature who knows how far it's fallen.