[ 'We'? A small smile bends the corner of his lip, although really, it shouldn't. They're...moving into questionable territory. There's no shame in sharing his story with any of the inmates, trading sympathies or otherwise, but...there's ease in this. Comfortableness where there shouldn't be. Familiarity. And underscoring it all, his earlier fears playing faintly at the back of his mind, where he keeps them under lock and key: that maybe he sees a little too much of himself in Lyney.
He ought to send the boy to bed. He doesn't. ]
I wonder if you'd ever perceive me as a fellow orphan.
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He ought to send the boy to bed. He doesn't. ]
I wonder if you'd ever perceive me as a fellow orphan.