She just freezes, the cigarette halfway to her lips, her eyes locked on him as he goes through a litany of the dead. "And me," she breathes, and it's not in anger, it's pain. Pain for him, maybe; for the two of them. For their lives, and her hand's shaking because of it. Because of what they'd lost; for how it must have killed him the same way it killed her.
"Jax..."
There's too many; Bobby and Piney and Opie; good men who were caught in this world that promised so much and gave death in return. She doesn't know what to say, and it's got her just staring at him from the corner, her eyes shiny as her hand trembles, unable to think enough so she can take a drag of her cigarette.
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Date: 2016-09-17 03:39 am (UTC)"Jax..."
There's too many; Bobby and Piney and Opie; good men who were caught in this world that promised so much and gave death in return. She doesn't know what to say, and it's got her just staring at him from the corner, her eyes shiny as her hand trembles, unable to think enough so she can take a drag of her cigarette.