Again, no answer. This time, his second question went ignored--and when John spoke again, his voice wasn't as soft.
"I wanted something to eat."
When he looked up into the eyes of the other man, he had to focus--hard--to be aware of who was in front of him. To tell the story rather than live it. Living it had been hard enough, telling it the first time had been worse...
The white knuckled fist in front of him began to shake.
"I walked into town to look for somewhere I could eat. He rode me out...and when I tried to come back, he arrested me for vagrancy." he growled quietly. "Being a soldier, being hungry, wanting to find somewhere to buy a meal...does that sound like vagrancy to you?"
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"I wanted something to eat."
When he looked up into the eyes of the other man, he had to focus--hard--to be aware of who was in front of him. To tell the story rather than live it. Living it had been hard enough, telling it the first time had been worse...
The white knuckled fist in front of him began to shake.
"I walked into town to look for somewhere I could eat. He rode me out...and when I tried to come back, he arrested me for vagrancy." he growled quietly. "Being a soldier, being hungry, wanting to find somewhere to buy a meal...does that sound like vagrancy to you?"