( Even Sunday can afford some repose. Besides, lecturing Gallagher is arguably like talking into a void sometimes and facts will be spun into something else. At least he's a familiar face in a sea of uncertainty and he can cling to this feeling, weaved together like the stars above them.
Sunday sneers, though, easing back his gaze towards the flicker of stars. Gallagher must have had a terribly long day if he's putting so much attention on them. What would a man with no faith care what the stars above spell out? )
Perhaps.
( He doesn't care to make himself promises based on a man full of lies. )
You sound confident we will be able to go back home at all. Hah. I doubt I will receive a warm welcome back if you manage to get us both out of here.
But I can't deny this being pleasant. That formation over there, however, is that the one you're looking at? Does it tug your heartstrings, or "something like that" as you put it?
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Sunday sneers, though, easing back his gaze towards the flicker of stars. Gallagher must have had a terribly long day if he's putting so much attention on them. What would a man with no faith care what the stars above spell out? )
Perhaps.
( He doesn't care to make himself promises based on a man full of lies. )
You sound confident we will be able to go back home at all. Hah. I doubt I will receive a warm welcome back if you manage to get us both out of here.
But I can't deny this being pleasant. That formation over there, however, is that the one you're looking at? Does it tug your heartstrings, or "something like that" as you put it?