Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: It's too close; he's crumbling, and he can't stop the slide into this disaster.
A/N: Sorry for any delays! My internet is currently out at home, so it's only by the good graces of the Cheektowaga Public Library system that I'm able to post at all. (The libraries are my best friends right now!) But at the moment I'm counting the lack of connectivity as a boon, because I've been able to focus on the writing without any distractions. And believe me, this chapter needed precisely that! As usual, massive, enormous glomping thanks go to evil_whimsey, whose feedback on this story is of more assistance than I can ever describe.
And yes, I'm evil. I realize this. I'm sorry.
Breda sounds exhausted, though businesslike as ever. “It's a mess up there, sir,” he says by way of greeting.
Cross posted from one end of the earth to the other, so apologies for the spam.