[ he clasps his hands on the table top, his knee bouncing restlessly though he's hanging on her every word and cataloguing every change in her expression. he gets this. first with micro and now with matt. he nods like there's gravel in his head, slow and deliberate with understanding. ]
I know. [ people like himself and jessica -- they had nothing to lose. or they didn't until the one possible thing they did was dragged in with them. frank used to think there was a pattern to the bullshitness of it all, but random's somehow worse. ] I get it, but we will. We'll save them. My brother, your sister. [ there's a weird poetry to it, really. ]
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I know. [ people like himself and jessica -- they had nothing to lose. or they didn't until the one possible thing they did was dragged in with them. frank used to think there was a pattern to the bullshitness of it all, but random's somehow worse. ] I get it, but we will. We'll save them. My brother, your sister. [ there's a weird poetry to it, really. ]