[ Ten minutes does a lot of good. The things she says, they lodge under his too-thick (and yet simultaneously too-thin) skin. It's so close to home. They were so much in the same boat, back there.
He can't bring himself to say much either, yet, but it's a start: ]
Yeah. I was... nineteen, maybe, when I first came over?
Not 'grabbed', really. Just... Looking for something familiar.
[ And he'd found it in the arms of the government, in teams of enforcers run like the Academy, in men he could obey like he'd once obeyed Reginald Hargreeves. ]
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He can't bring himself to say much either, yet, but it's a start: ]
Yeah. I was... nineteen, maybe, when I first came over?
Not 'grabbed', really. Just... Looking for something familiar.
[ And he'd found it in the arms of the government, in teams of enforcers run like the Academy, in men he could obey like he'd once obeyed Reginald Hargreeves. ]