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Remember, remember, the fifth of Novemeber--

well, no one does, really, any more. Not in his time, anyway. It may be June there too, or it may not, but no one remembers at any time.

But some things, V feels, should never be forgotten, and if one cannot remind someone with a poke to the back, well.

Then one makes plans to remind them with a shot through the heart, and those are the plans he's musing on now, as he enters, not quite noticing where he is immediately, caught up in both his plans and humming, one rose twirled between gloved fingers.

They're starting to bloom now in earnest.