There is no "..." here. That implies that there are words somewhere waiting to be said- that time is being bought for thoughts to slot themselves into order. Nothing of that sort is going on. Gordon is only listening. ( Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid ) Then it stops and looks at him, and the words come to the surface of themselves: ( Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light ) "But... your people, at Black Mesa. What I did..."
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Date: 2008-07-25 02:08 am (UTC)( Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid )
Then it stops and looks at him, and the words come to the surface of themselves:
( Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light )
"But... your people, at Black Mesa. What I did..."