As ever, Charlie seemingly pays no attention to the acid laced into his tone. "Who was I, you mean. Doesn't matter. I died. Should have stayed snug in the hole that checkerboarded whoremaster put me into. The joke of it is, I don't even remember that fool robot pulling me out. Maybe I'd feel alive if I did. All I do remember is the dirt hitting me, and the taste of sand in my mouth. It felt like my whole head was nothing but a bag of sand, and it was pouring out of my forehead to cover me up, and now everything is sideways when I look at it, like I'm half out of step."
She raises her hands in a helpless gesture that is completely out of place on her, staring up at him. "I wish you had killed me instead, you'dve done it right, you would've, wouldn't y-" The beseeching look on her face falls off immediately at the expression on his, and she turns abruptly, grabbing up her hat and almost fleeing away from him. "I need to get Cass moving. This conversation didn't happen. Please don't touch me to wake me up again, Boone. I'd be much obliged."
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Re: Five Times Boone's Brawled With Charlie: Unexploded Ordnance 3/3
Date: 2013-03-17 11:34 pm (UTC)She raises her hands in a helpless gesture that is completely out of place on her, staring up at him. "I wish you had killed me instead, you'dve done it right, you would've, wouldn't y-" The beseeching look on her face falls off immediately at the expression on his, and she turns abruptly, grabbing up her hat and almost fleeing away from him. "I need to get Cass moving. This conversation didn't happen. Please don't touch me to wake me up again, Boone. I'd be much obliged."