It's like being seventeen again. His voice, his arms around her, it's okay with such gentle firmness that she even believes it for a moment. A handful of seconds where she can pretend she's not the person the past seven years made.
"You couldn't have proved it. Or stopped it. They faked his voice. They..." She stops, bites her lip, decides to save that revelation for later. For somewhere safe, wherever the fuck that might be. "It was the government, Raylan. Whatever you could have found, they would have faked something to make it seem real."
At that question, though, she gathers herself, finally loosening her hold on him and moving to pick up her gun if he lets go. Not that she'll make him if he doesn't.
"I... sang them out. Made them think leaving for twenty-four hours or so was a really good idea. They'll be back in a day or two. You finally sold it, huh?"
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"You couldn't have proved it. Or stopped it. They faked his voice. They..." She stops, bites her lip, decides to save that revelation for later. For somewhere safe, wherever the fuck that might be. "It was the government, Raylan. Whatever you could have found, they would have faked something to make it seem real."
At that question, though, she gathers herself, finally loosening her hold on him and moving to pick up her gun if he lets go. Not that she'll make him if he doesn't.
"I... sang them out. Made them think leaving for twenty-four hours or so was a really good idea. They'll be back in a day or two. You finally sold it, huh?"