Arthur's hand trembles around the tissues, and he jabs them roughly at his face as he shakes his head. The rest of him is trembling too.
"Please, I-I have to." His voice rasps. "Ossie, I hurt people there."
Faust, most obviously. John, most unforgivably.
"For a month we survived on odd bits, a leg of something or a hoof of something else, or- or whatever they saw fit to throw us. I was-- I-I had a friend there, but not... physically there, and... and not always friendly." God this needs so much context. "For a month we were on our own. Then one day they threw in another man. A-an older man, with nothing except the clothes on his back and a braided cord that was always in his hand. He said they'd caught him trying to escape. And I thought- I-I wanted to believe that the world ran on some sort of rules. Maybe they had to dig him a deeper pit and we would be cell-mates till then, o-or something. Until a few days later, when I realised they had stopped feeding us."
He has to stop momentarily, remembering at last to breathe.
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"Please, I-I have to." His voice rasps. "Ossie, I hurt people there."
Faust, most obviously. John, most unforgivably.
"For a month we survived on odd bits, a leg of something or a hoof of something else, or- or whatever they saw fit to throw us. I was-- I-I had a friend there, but not... physically there, and... and not always friendly." God this needs so much context. "For a month we were on our own. Then one day they threw in another man. A-an older man, with nothing except the clothes on his back and a braided cord that was always in his hand. He said they'd caught him trying to escape. And I thought- I-I wanted to believe that the world ran on some sort of rules. Maybe they had to dig him a deeper pit and we would be cell-mates till then, o-or something. Until a few days later, when I realised they had stopped feeding us."
He has to stop momentarily, remembering at last to breathe.