[His lip wobbles a little, and he assumes what has become his secondary position during these sorts of talks with Polnareff: tucked up close with his face pressed against Polnareff's side, unwilling to look out at the world, because it's not safe. Not for people like them. Not for people like Abdul, he knows.]
He told me that . . . Bruno . . . reminded him of Abdul. My Bruno, I.
[He takes Polnareff's hand in his and tugs his arm tighter around his shoulders. It's a lie to think that no one can harm him when Polnareff is there, but he tries to believe it anyway.]
I . . . was Judgment, really. I thought I could do it. And if I had a wish, that's what it would have been.
no subject
[His lip wobbles a little, and he assumes what has become his secondary position during these sorts of talks with Polnareff: tucked up close with his face pressed against Polnareff's side, unwilling to look out at the world, because it's not safe. Not for people like them. Not for people like Abdul, he knows.]
He told me that . . . Bruno . . . reminded him of Abdul. My Bruno, I.
[He takes Polnareff's hand in his and tugs his arm tighter around his shoulders. It's a lie to think that no one can harm him when Polnareff is there, but he tries to believe it anyway.]
I . . . was Judgment, really. I thought I could do it. And if I had a wish, that's what it would have been.