She felt like she should say something, but the words didn’t come to her. Had he been a mean-spirited lecher of a drunk? Someone who’d worked hard at whatever job he could find to support his family, then drank his worries away with his buddies after a shift? A lonely man without anyone to care for him?
A runaway from a circus? Maybe he worked at the carousel, ‘cause he looks a little dizzy.
What do you say for someone you didn’t know at all?
She considered a simple ‘sorry’, not necessarily because she felt guilty. She was speaking more for the fact that she couldn’t do more for him, and apologizing on behalf of the random, senseless events that had taken his life.
That’s definitely a feeling Taylor can empathize with, except she’d feel guilty for those random, senseless events.
“Next?” Jay asked.
She looked at him. He was tired, but she didn’t see any signs of the same emotional drain she was experiencing herself. He’d been a gang member in the ABB, had preyed on others, maybe even killing.
He’s used to this kind of thing.
Sierra on the other hand is just a young woman who got involved in this life out of desperation.
This job didn’t faze him in the slightest. Behind his shaggy hair, his narrow eyes were cold, uncaring. He could have been carrying groceries for all he seemed to care.
Jay. Jay no. We’ve had enough cannibalism for a while.
It creeped her out.
That is very fair.
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