Luke straightens from the wall, holding her gaze neutrally as he does, unflinching.
‘My game this time--‘
If eking out a living for two years in a post-apocalyptic wasteland has taught him anything, it’s to err on the side of caution and not to dismiss a warning that comes his way when there’s no knowing whether it’s a bluff or not. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t assure her that he isn’t looking to have the blood of kids on his hands, because he doesn’t have to. At the end of the day it’s what he does - and what he doesn't do - that means the most.
He blinks thoughtfully, watching her turn away again, for real this time. And after pulling in a long, steadying breath he takes off in the opposite direction, doing his best to tamp down the adrenaline-fueled restlessness as shock subsides and his being alive has a moment to sink in. Too much time has been lost already.
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‘My game this time--‘
If eking out a living for two years in a post-apocalyptic wasteland has taught him anything, it’s to err on the side of caution and not to dismiss a warning that comes his way when there’s no knowing whether it’s a bluff or not. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t assure her that he isn’t looking to have the blood of kids on his hands, because he doesn’t have to. At the end of the day it’s what he does - and what he doesn't do - that means the most.
He blinks thoughtfully, watching her turn away again, for real this time. And after pulling in a long, steadying breath he takes off in the opposite direction, doing his best to tamp down the adrenaline-fueled restlessness as shock subsides and his being alive has a moment to sink in. Too much time has been lost already.