After she'd gone, Ernest let himself collapse onto the sidewalk, propped up against the wall and with his head in his hands. Everything had been so simple until now. It wasn't difficult to go about your life, even one of constant repression, when that was all you had. But Xanthia had offered him rebellion - dangerous, life-threatening rebellion against an organisation with all the facilities of a nation at its disposal. Was his life a price he was willing to pay for a freedom nobody knew they were without?
But the answer came to him with an eerie clarity as he stared down at the cracked pavement. He would do it, just like Xanthia would do it, because there was nobody else who could.
Feeling very small, Ernest went home.
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