[ then what else would he be? frank thinks dimly, working his jaw as they move through corridors, only met with more and more of the same. the place makes his skin crawl though there's nothing immediately sinister about it. each turn resigns him to his fate a little more until eventually he very nearly relaxes -- still vigilant, but without every muscle tensed and spasming with the flickering lights overhead. ]
It's a nice thought. [ one he's not buying for a second, though he's careful to leave it open instead of shutting her down. optimism is sorely needed in a situation like this, and frank remembers acutely when he used to be that voice. ]
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It's a nice thought. [ one he's not buying for a second, though he's careful to leave it open instead of shutting her down. optimism is sorely needed in a situation like this, and frank remembers acutely when he used to be that voice. ]