Why would I do that!? [ He replies, through gritted teeth. But when he raises his hands (for emphasis, but also to make it abundantly clear he's got no weapon to counter with) he spots his own. A plain silver band glinting in the sunlight, utterly foreign to him. No theory is fleshing itself out fully, but he's beginning to budge from assassination to...torture? Some nightmarish forced bond for sake of his rehabilitation? Mutual rehabilitation? She was quick with the knife, maybe she's a fellow inmate... ]
I don't remember falling asleep. [ He realizes aloud, with dim alarm. ] Do you remember falling asleep? [ Hands still raised, he shuffles along the wall until he can peer through the curtains. Muses, more to himself: ] We're outside.
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I don't remember falling asleep. [ He realizes aloud, with dim alarm. ] Do you remember falling asleep? [ Hands still raised, he shuffles along the wall until he can peer through the curtains. Muses, more to himself: ] We're outside.