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He'd stepped outside himself, become the man he should be, wanted to be. Turned in terror for truth, honour, justice; found solace in defence without destruction, soft suggestions, planned meetings, careful policies. Gripped pen instead of gun, kept appointments, hours, promises. His quality noted so carefully in files, calluses, papercuts.
But tie became noose. When called, he stepped in, became the man he was, is, always will be. Shrugged on shed skin, not forgotten, simply stored.
When goodbye came, it was not without warning; no startle in stopping. Noose retightened, released. What should be he left splayed on surgeon's table.