John shook his head, idly reaching down in front of him to touch the water, a smile flirting with his mouth when his fingers breached the surface to trail through it.
"Wasn't like that." he explained. "Like I said, it was war on the homefront. History belongs to the victors, and I lost that war. Means I took the fall...but it wasn't all bad, y'know?"
He kept his gaze on the water, withdrawing his fingers. They were wet and cool, being exposed to the open air. He liked places that were cool and wet before...now they reminded him of the mine, the caves...the rats.
John rubbed his hands together, spreading the wet over his fingers and palms. Let it turn to familiar damp, sink into callused skin--thin it, turn it into something soothing instead of cloying, the water on his fingers.
"Least inside, I knew where I stood. People who hated me had a reason, same for people who liked me. Even had a cell to myself so I wouldn't hurt anyone."
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"Wasn't like that." he explained. "Like I said, it was war on the homefront. History belongs to the victors, and I lost that war. Means I took the fall...but it wasn't all bad, y'know?"
He kept his gaze on the water, withdrawing his fingers. They were wet and cool, being exposed to the open air. He liked places that were cool and wet before...now they reminded him of the mine, the caves...the rats.
John rubbed his hands together, spreading the wet over his fingers and palms. Let it turn to familiar damp, sink into callused skin--thin it, turn it into something soothing instead of cloying, the water on his fingers.
"Least inside, I knew where I stood. People who hated me had a reason, same for people who liked me. Even had a cell to myself so I wouldn't hurt anyone."