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Episode 70: Farewell, Daedalus

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“Well you better or Steel will be furious!” Daedalus Bolt said.  And truthfully that was his only thought.  It didn’t occur to him to be thankful that Hugh Rection was sparing his life.

“It’s not that I haven’t killed before,” Hugh assured him, thinking back to work he’d done for various Japanese yokuza.

“Maybe you can’t do it ‘cause you’re gay now,” Daedalus offered.  “It’s made you more sensitive.”

“That has nothing to do with it!” Hugh barked.  Then he composed himself: “I think it’s because, in discovering even a little bit about my lineage, I’ve realized there’s nothing more important than family.  There is something fundamentally wrong with brother-killing-brother.”

“You’re not my brother.” 

“I mean in the sense that I’m acting on behalf of Steel,” Hugh explained.

“Oh right.  It’s a little too Cain and Abel for you, is it?”

“I guess.  So what I’ve decided is that I’m going to drive you as far out of town as possible before dawn, and I’m going to drop you off, and then you’re going to continue in that direction and you’re never coming back.  Rest assured, if you ever do return to Crescendo Cove, I will kill you.”

Daedalus sighed.  He was decidedly unenthusiastic about this plan as it seemed to involve more walking.

“Now give me that ring,” Hugh said.

“No way.”  Daedalus’s hand instinctively sought protection in his armpit.  “My father gave it to me.  It’s my most prized possession in the world.  I’ll never give it up!”

“Steel knows that.  That’s why I have to bring him the ring as proof that I killed you.”

“How will he know I didn’t just give it to you?”

“Because it’s supposed to be on your finger.”  Suddenly Hugh laughed.  “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone turn green quite so quickly.  Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” he said, producing a small tupperware container inside of which, he showed Daed, a severed finger sat on a bed of ice.

Daedalus felt nauseous.  He took another drink of rye.  “You know, you might as well kill me.  You’d actually be doing me and the rest of the world a huge favour.”

“You may think that now, but some day, I'm willing to bet, you’ll be glad I let you live.  Now give me the ring.”

Daedalus sighed.  He wanted to try once more to convince Hugh to kill him, to get his miserable existence over with, but he was too tired to argue.  So he surrendered the ring, and the transaction was complete.

Not once as Hugh was driving him away from Crescendo Cove—not even when they passed right by the Notel Motel—did Daedalus think of Charity and their unborn child.

Continue Reading: Episode 71: Cars That Linger and a Bag Full of Finger