[ He looks at Gil, still his voice comes low and sharp, but it's still that eerie level of calm. He hasn't lost his temper, yet, but it's simmering, just on the edge of boiling over. He's managed to keep it together, thus far.
The boy still has a gun, and HJ knows better than to chance a gun. The threat of death is still a sharp one, and it's something he can't ignore.
The burn that came with that knowledge hadn't faded, and he didn't know if it ever would. That feeling that the guillotine was around his neck, that at any moment, he'd be gone again. Death was hanging over his shoulders, watching his every move. Like it was walking in step with him, only one pace behind, waiting for him to trip up.
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[ He looks at Gil, still his voice comes low and sharp, but it's still that eerie level of calm. He hasn't lost his temper, yet, but it's simmering, just on the edge of boiling over. He's managed to keep it together, thus far.
The boy still has a gun, and HJ knows better than to chance a gun. The threat of death is still a sharp one, and it's something he can't ignore.
The burn that came with that knowledge hadn't faded, and he didn't know if it ever would. That feeling that the guillotine was around his neck, that at any moment, he'd be gone again. Death was hanging over his shoulders, watching his every move. Like it was walking in step with him, only one pace behind, waiting for him to trip up.
He was fighting impulse every step of the way. ]
This is the only way some will learn.