*He can hear the strain in Wright's voice even without looking around.*
I helped him. Myself and Klavier.
*And he's silent for a while then, running a hand through his hair and staring across at the fire, although all he can see is Klavier - the pain in his eyes as he bandaged broken fingers - and the nausea returns.*
Ever since I realised the true nature of this place I have been afraid, Wright. Of someone... of something. Of a version of myself who had never been saved. Who survived, somehow - who never went to trial; never learned the truth - never had a Wright to make him face it.
*He pauses for a moment as he smokes, eyes still closed and the after taste of the Scotch bitter in his throat.*
I don't know what I would do if such a person ever came here. I don't know how I would feel.
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Date: 2008-07-30 12:43 am (UTC)I helped him. Myself and Klavier.
*And he's silent for a while then, running a hand through his hair and staring across at the fire, although all he can see is Klavier - the pain in his eyes as he bandaged broken fingers - and the nausea returns.*
Ever since I realised the true nature of this place I have been afraid, Wright. Of someone... of something. Of a version of myself who had never been saved. Who survived, somehow - who never went to trial; never learned the truth - never had a Wright to make him face it.
*He pauses for a moment as he smokes, eyes still closed and the after taste of the Scotch bitter in his throat.*
I don't know what I would do if such a person ever came here. I don't know how I would feel.
Kristoph does.