[ Trapped. That makes it sound so much better than it was. Like she'd had a hope of escape, that she pulled in by some underground organization and held illegally. But everything she'd experienced had been sanctioned by the government, every government. ] I was a prisoner.
[ Her voice wavers as she corrects him on that fine nuance, watching his expression with something akin to caution, but there's more to it. She can feel something from him, she sees that figure that isn't there on the table. The face bleeds into all the others she's seen there, hundreds of people wheeled into the room over the years, but— It's not a face she recognizes. That man isn't tucked away in her mind. So she asks this stranger she'll forever be connected to: ]
no subject
[ Her voice wavers as she corrects him on that fine nuance, watching his expression with something akin to caution, but there's more to it. She can feel something from him, she sees that figure that isn't there on the table. The face bleeds into all the others she's seen there, hundreds of people wheeled into the room over the years, but— It's not a face she recognizes. That man isn't tucked away in her mind. So she asks this stranger she'll forever be connected to: ]
What did you do, sugar?