[ Harry doesn't even flinch, though he does laugh a little, mirthlessly. ]
I might say the same for you. For my own part—
[ Unconsciously he rubs at his forearm, but does not draw back the sleeve. ]
There were things, at the end ... Forgive me. It—I cannot—
[ A sigh. He ought to be able to tell. But the words won't come. ]
Believe me, I have earned my place. But I can't imagine you as having done
the same.
[ But then, what does he know? He has only a little idea of what happened
after Hickey's band seized him, and nothing of what came to pass after they
captured Crozier. ]
no subject
[ Harry doesn't even flinch, though he does laugh a little, mirthlessly. ]
I might say the same for you. For my own part—
[ Unconsciously he rubs at his forearm, but does not draw back the sleeve. ]
There were things, at the end ... Forgive me. It—I cannot—
[ A sigh. He ought to be able to tell. But the words won't come. ]
Believe me, I have earned my place. But I can't imagine you as having done the same.
[ But then, what does he know? He has only a little idea of what happened after Hickey's band seized him, and nothing of what came to pass after they captured Crozier. ]