Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on...
Why did Alfred smoke so much? Was he addicted or did he just want to die? Maybe that was why he never bothered showing any emotion. Because that part of him died a long time ago. The Empire broke him on Denon- but it was also where Alfie found a part of himself he had been missing. Aggression could not be taught, but it was something you just had. Alfie had survive. Alfie had to.
Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on
Drinking made him miserable. Smoking made him more anxious- then why did he do it? So he could forget. So he could die. So he could pass without anyone mourning him. There was a time when having a family felt real, but now those dreams were dead alongside Alfred Shepherd. The EX-Lieutenant of a Bomb Squad died on Denon. Records were scrubbed and Alfie finally could disappear and die.
And when I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they're true
Oh, give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Curling his fingers into a fist, the man grit his teeth in his office room. In a fit of rage, he tore the room apart- throwing datapads, papers, knocking books and paintings off the shelf- except for one picture. It wasn't one of those holo ones either. When Alfred finished his little tantrum, threw himself back into his chair, carefully cuirassing the old-fashioned framed photo of the woman he had once loved- still loved -so dearly. She was taken from him, just like everything else.
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
When I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they're true
Revenge was not a subtle feeling. It was mixed with an array of different emotions. Rage came naturally to Alfie. So did despair. That was the only reason why he still lived. So he could make things fair. So he could build an empire just to set in on fire for the whole damned galaxy to see. Nothing satisfied him... Nothing but the feeling of being in control of someone's life. Being the man behind the blaster gave him a thrill like no other. Imagine what the scoundrel would feel like when he found the ones who killed him? He died when she did. He died when he buried the woman who gave him hope in humanity.
Oh, give me lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Oh, give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
Memories of her blue dress during that last dance they'd have together...
The tears of bliss mixed with unbearable anguish slipped down his cheek and onto the frame...
"A kiss... A kiss to build a dream on..."