[ he nods at the correction, even for as out of it as he is. how close to unconsciousness. he'll remember, it's a promise. and because of their shared experience on the table luke will know he isn't lying. that he sympathizes with the other man every step of the way. he starts repeating the words in a mumble. always forward, never back. as far as mantras go, it could be worse. somewhere along the way it morphs into his own though: one batch, two batch. penny and a dime... and that must be when luke figures out the test -- he blinks and they're in the reset room. it shouldn't be such a relief.
the red dust hits his senses with a wash of copper and something sharper, frank licks his lips expecting to taste blood but he doesn't. the other man's voice cuts through the noisy silence of the place and he looks over. castle. so many people here now who knew him -- or thought they did. in actuality, the people of reims knew him better than anyone in that courtroom back home, or who had watched him on the news. he lets out a long breath before reaching over, setting a heavy hand on the man's shoulder and squeezing. he's here. he's right here. ]
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the red dust hits his senses with a wash of copper and something sharper, frank licks his lips expecting to taste blood but he doesn't. the other man's voice cuts through the noisy silence of the place and he looks over. castle. so many people here now who knew him -- or thought they did. in actuality, the people of reims knew him better than anyone in that courtroom back home, or who had watched him on the news. he lets out a long breath before reaching over, setting a heavy hand on the man's shoulder and squeezing. he's here. he's right here. ]