".... Alive?" She finishes his sentence or him because she knows him. They know each other, and he looks like he's already been dragged through years of a life she's honestly thankful that she's avoided.
"Yeah, I know. Big change from the drowning and carving fork, right?"
She doesn't mince words, and her eyes flick away from him only for a second, her head tipped to one side. Because she knew that she would have done anything for him, and it'd gotten her killed.
That she'd killed people, for the club. She read the report. She'd gone to prison because of Otto. Because of SAMCRO. Because of him, and she knows she died because of him.
Taking a drag on her cigarette, she does have enough pity for him - for them, maybe - to offer him one, the pack outstretched.
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Date: 2016-08-31 03:24 am (UTC)"Yeah, I know. Big change from the drowning and carving fork, right?"
She doesn't mince words, and her eyes flick away from him only for a second, her head tipped to one side. Because she knew that she would have done anything for him, and it'd gotten her killed.
That she'd killed people, for the club. She read the report. She'd gone to prison because of Otto. Because of SAMCRO. Because of him, and she knows she died because of him.
Taking a drag on her cigarette, she does have enough pity for him - for them, maybe - to offer him one, the pack outstretched.