Claire was right. And here on the Barge, death was usually no permanent thing. Didn't make it pleasant by any stretch, but wardens could and would come back, like persistent flies. And even though Claire could be hurt, she couldn't be killed. Not permanently.
That brought some small measure of comfort to him at least. Now if only he could stop making friends with inmates who could disappear at a moment's notice...but what was life without some risk?
He tried to smile back at her, but it looked a little strained. "We're getting there," he said. And indeed, he did feel somewhat better. Not entirely, but his angry, hurt exterior was beginning to chip away, little by little.
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And we're all so proud of him for it.
Date: 2010-12-08 04:58 am (UTC)That brought some small measure of comfort to him at least. Now if only he could stop making friends with inmates who could disappear at a moment's notice...but what was life without some risk?
He tried to smile back at her, but it looked a little strained. "We're getting there," he said. And indeed, he did feel somewhat better. Not entirely, but his angry, hurt exterior was beginning to chip away, little by little.