END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[teethoftherisk]

He's a Father through and through - no actual apology, no real acknowledgement of the pain they caused Friday, just more excuses. It doesn't matter that they hurt Friday first, only that Siffleur finished the fight in away that Crichton finds disgusting. There is no reasoning with a man like Crichton, for he will always shift the goal posts.

He tips his head up, looking Crichton in the eye, and makes him a promise.

"If we escape, I will find a way to visit another universe where your mother is alive, and I will woo her, and I will give her a son she can be proud of."

Then he gets the fuck out of Crichton's face like he wants.

[ss_buttcrack]

"You sick son of a bitch! Who even thinks of doing that?!"

He searches around in a blind rage, but the only thing he has on hand (literally) is that sock. So he balls it up and launches it at Siffleur's back.

"FRELL YOU!"