He continued to dig his hands down in the soil, picking up chunks and rubbing it between his fingers, feeling it both dry and moist. It crumbled beneath his grip and could have so many metaphors to the ones who wanted to read into it.
"No, no you're not here to save me. You were here for me to break, to mould and to show the harsh reality of life. I wanted to save you and for you to stand by me to take on the injustice out there."
Finally looking at her, he had no emotion to his dark, stubbled face.
"Just let me say this; don't take me for a fool. I can read you like an open book. Only if you use what I told you will have any chance to protect what's in your head."
[member="Felicity Mason"]
"No, no you're not here to save me. You were here for me to break, to mould and to show the harsh reality of life. I wanted to save you and for you to stand by me to take on the injustice out there."
Finally looking at her, he had no emotion to his dark, stubbled face.
"Just let me say this; don't take me for a fool. I can read you like an open book. Only if you use what I told you will have any chance to protect what's in your head."
[member="Felicity Mason"]