[ Lottie stares at the man, gigantic as he is, bearing the same symbol strewn across her chest, huddled in the corner. Stoic, closed off, and tense all at once. She thinks she understands what he's feeling on some level - not enough to entirely relate to the prisoner lifestyle, but aren't they all trapped in some way, anyway?
She feels herself hesitant to speak, at first. Only finds the courage when her throat is less dry and she feels the frosty touch of iron on her fingertips, when she touches the bars keeping him locked in. Lottie can't keep eye contact for quite long, the intensity of his glare making her nerves flare. Instead, she stares down at the ground of his cell, just past the fancy polish to her nails. ]
I didn't mean it like that, I'm just -
[ Curious. Maybe going insane from how nice everyone is above. Just wanting to know more without getting herself killed, or something. Predictably, Lottie says none of these things. Instead wrings a hand firm around one of the bars, waits for one of the guards patrolling the cells to take a step outside before breathing out - ]
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She feels herself hesitant to speak, at first. Only finds the courage when her throat is less dry and she feels the frosty touch of iron on her fingertips, when she touches the bars keeping him locked in. Lottie can't keep eye contact for quite long, the intensity of his glare making her nerves flare. Instead, she stares down at the ground of his cell, just past the fancy polish to her nails. ]
I didn't mean it like that, I'm just -
[ Curious. Maybe going insane from how nice everyone is above. Just wanting to know more without getting herself killed, or something. Predictably, Lottie says none of these things. Instead wrings a hand firm around one of the bars, waits for one of the guards patrolling the cells to take a step outside before breathing out - ]
They won't let me leave either.