The Man, the Monster
They faced off, identical eyes mirroring identical mindsets. Both in uniform, shoulders squared, much too proud for their own good. Neither spoke a word, both contrarily content to be silent in the knowledge that the other was alive, yet refusing to be the first to break the years-long silence.
There was commotion behind them, other voices rising in happy reunion, but neither moved. Simply stared into emotionless depths of shaded blue. One narrowed his eyes, seeking something he seemed to remember. The other raised an eyebrow and spread his hands.
And finally spoke. "I'm not the monster you remember, son."
*END*