"I'll give you the whole sordid story once we're out of this gorram mess, if you want, but the short version is that they're men, but just barely, and they're pure rage. They don't just kill, they rape, torture, and worse." She could hear them clearer now; they were seconds away from reaching the house.
She saw it, that scene from under the bed, and the dots connected; the origin of Sawyer's chosen name for himself. She couldn't quite figure on how it all went together, with that brief glimpse, but she was definitely going to ask him about it. Just as soon as they weren't fixing to fight for their lives.
"Māde," Saffron said with exasperation, pushing herself away from the wall. "Well, the kitchen's bound to have a butcher knife or two, right? That's something."
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Date: 2010-11-05 04:51 am (UTC)She saw it, that scene from under the bed, and the dots connected; the origin of Sawyer's chosen name for himself. She couldn't quite figure on how it all went together, with that brief glimpse, but she was definitely going to ask him about it. Just as soon as they weren't fixing to fight for their lives.
"Māde," Saffron said with exasperation, pushing herself away from the wall. "Well, the kitchen's bound to have a butcher knife or two, right? That's something."
[Fuck]