Regan looked him up and down, a smirk on her face and a sparkle in her eye. “Yeah,” She said, her smirk pulling into a sideways grin, “That’s gonna take some time.” Regan turned to head for the door, looking back at Othello once more once she opened it. It looked like she was about to say something, but evidently decided against it and exited.

The feeling Regan was left with was bittersweet. There’d been comfort in her companionship with Othello. Her task had been clear, her life had been given structure. But now she was adrift again, waiting for the next thing, hopeful that it was one she could accomplish in a way that wouldn’t disappoint again.

Regan had succeeded this time, but she knew she was running out of second chances.

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