It was something that had passed his mind a time or two in all this time that he had to himself now. All of B's suggestions about what the breaches and floods meant, how much of themselves were in it. How much difference they, the root Them, could really make. How much of it was meant to be a lesson.
He really needed to get that journal that was suggested to him.
While this wasn't an interrogation, some things wouldn't ever leave him, such as the need to make eye contact, to see the full facial picture. Everything he needed to suss out a lie or an emotion or a hook behind the door that everyone had and used as their front facing bastion. He doubted how much of that answer was true - Flint had made some very clear ideas on death here. And yet all he could find his side processes doing was marveling at how well Flint had grown into himself. A slippery slope.
Raylan nods slowly, and empties his mug, holding it out to Flint for more.
"I appreciate you not lettin' me go over the side. I've been told that it's less casual than everyone's treatin' it. I'll take the broken ribs instead. Just a little unexpected."
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He really needed to get that journal that was suggested to him.
While this wasn't an interrogation, some things wouldn't ever leave him, such as the need to make eye contact, to see the full facial picture. Everything he needed to suss out a lie or an emotion or a hook behind the door that everyone had and used as their front facing bastion. He doubted how much of that answer was true - Flint had made some very clear ideas on death here. And yet all he could find his side processes doing was marveling at how well Flint had grown into himself. A slippery slope.
Raylan nods slowly, and empties his mug, holding it out to Flint for more.
"I appreciate you not lettin' me go over the side. I've been told that it's less casual than everyone's treatin' it. I'll take the broken ribs instead. Just a little unexpected."