[Eames huffs when he's gone. Well that backfired spectacularly. He dreams up a gun himself, and he blinks awake in an armchair. He hesitates, then takes the IV from his wrist.]
I shouldn't have said that. Down there.
[He can admit that much. 'Sorry,' is a million times harder, though.]
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I shouldn't have said that. Down there.
[He can admit that much. 'Sorry,' is a million times harder, though.]