"I'm not." A beat. "Please don't make me used to it."
Please, mother of mercy, bathe. But at least Jacob is furthering their escape plan, and Hector's learned the art of efficiently, obediently navigating a clustered and claustrophobic space. What he needs to do now is to make as small and negligible of a nuisance of himself as possible. To understand that he might not be in the presence of his betters, but he's still the less acclimated element in this landscape.
He's got learning to do: fast and uneasy.
"When we get out —" When, not if. He has no patience for the kind of flagellating self-pity that brings about questions of mortality. "Show me where the bodies are."
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Please, mother of mercy, bathe. But at least Jacob is furthering their escape plan, and Hector's learned the art of efficiently, obediently navigating a clustered and claustrophobic space. What he needs to do now is to make as small and negligible of a nuisance of himself as possible. To understand that he might not be in the presence of his betters, but he's still the less acclimated element in this landscape.
He's got learning to do: fast and uneasy.
"When we get out —" When, not if. He has no patience for the kind of flagellating self-pity that brings about questions of mortality. "Show me where the bodies are."
There is hope for Hector still.