His face drains another touch of color, his hand tremors for one brief, telling moment. Again, the plastic squeaks, only reminding him of how close he came to throwing everything away for someone he barely even knows. But he wasn't there for the others, he ran, and people died. He isn't going to be that kind of bastard again. He'll do everything he can to be there for her. He'll be her Champion.
"I don't have the faintest. But if you guys were old school, she'd be dead already. The fact she isn't...means you're considering your options. Weighing her crimes against some kind of moral code or notion of what's best for everyone involved. Most suitable." He doesn't think. Doesn't want to think of what they might do to her. What they're going to do to her.
A pause, meeting Andrew's eyes, or trying to. "She's terrified." But not as terrified as he is. So much his heart lurches from just making the suggestion.
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Date: 2009-05-25 10:03 pm (UTC)"I don't have the faintest. But if you guys were old school, she'd be dead already. The fact she isn't...means you're considering your options. Weighing her crimes against some kind of moral code or notion of what's best for everyone involved. Most suitable." He doesn't think. Doesn't want to think of what they might do to her. What they're going to do to her.
A pause, meeting Andrew's eyes, or trying to. "She's terrified." But not as terrified as he is. So much his heart lurches from just making the suggestion.