i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[By this point, he could scream. Or, as was more likely with him, cry. Brady had been angry before, frustrated and afraid, but that suggestion momentarily bleeds him dry of anything besides a cold, shocked horror.
He stares at her, eyes narrowing in a doomed attempt to keep the tears in. Some of what she mumbles under her breath manages to filter into his brain; his jaw clenches tight enough to ache.]
....I ain't gonna send ya to yer death, Severa. [But in his heart of hearts, there's the uncomfortable certainty that this might be the only way. The decision has to be joint, and out of the two of them, he was the only one with any bend in his spine.
Unless.....]
—tch, what if I made an offer? Yeah....yeah, somethin' that these lowlifes can't refuse! Then neither of us would have to die!
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He stares at her, eyes narrowing in a doomed attempt to keep the tears in. Some of what she mumbles under her breath manages to filter into his brain; his jaw clenches tight enough to ache.]
....I ain't gonna send ya to yer death, Severa. [But in his heart of hearts, there's the uncomfortable certainty that this might be the only way. The decision has to be joint, and out of the two of them, he was the only one with any bend in his spine.
Unless.....]
—tch, what if I made an offer? Yeah....yeah, somethin' that these lowlifes can't refuse! Then neither of us would have to die!