Passengers: Jason & Bucky; Lucifer; Grace + maybe more later. Location: here and there Date: March 10. Summary: Bird arrives, does warden tour. Warnings: Panic attack, alcoholism, talk about death, will add as things come up
He takes a moment. A long moment. A deep breath. Words calm, cold. If not a shake in his hands. Jason finished his coffee before speaking, with a much different cadence than he had before: "You haven't met half of Gotham. There are people out there who are incapable of feeling anything. I died because of one of them, and a lot of people I know have too."
His heart was racing, but... he gets up as calmly as possible and makes one last comment before turning to leave. "I'm glad our worlds aren't the same."
“They sound pretty similar to me,” Lucifer says easily. The kid can leave if he wants - he makes no move to stop him. But he’s got one final point to make, regardless of whether it’s listened to or not. “People knowingly do bad things to other people. Feeling guilty about it or not, doesn’t stop them.”
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His heart was racing, but... he gets up as calmly as possible and makes one last comment before turning to leave. "I'm glad our worlds aren't the same."
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