gingerspeedster: (the thinker)
gingerspeedster ([personal profile] gingerspeedster) wrote2011-07-04 12:47 pm

Twenty First Race

[ Warden Filter ]

I'm curious. How many of you have kids back home? Or had someone to take care of, anything like that. I'm in a bit of a unique situation because when I first came here I wasn't even in a relationship, and now I'm married with kids, but I think it's done a lot towards helping my inmate. I'm not saying we should treat our inmates like they're our kids, but it's something to think about.

[ Private to David ]

Still grounded, kiddo?

[ Private to Drake ]

I was looking back over our old conversations, and I'd completely forgotten about that assignment I gave you. Made many friends yet?

[Private]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bourne nods.]

Okay.

[He can sense the apathy through the video link. And it sucks - possibly worse than the kid fighting him.

He never wanted to break David like this.]

Yeah?

[He doesn't ask for any additional information, doesn't press to find out what Slade said about him. If David wants to volunteer it, he will.]

[Private]

[identity profile] sixthanimorph.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[David looks away again. He can't help it. He hates it. He knows it's one more show of weakness.]

[He still looks away.]

Yeah.

[He doesn't want to volunteer more information. He doesn't want to talk to Bourne. At all. What he wants right now, more than his power, more than anything - is just to be left alone.]

[Private]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[Bourne's not oblivious and getting David to talk from this point on is going to be like making cats march in parade. So he waits a moment and then cuts the video feed.

He feels like that conversation was a landmark of sorts...even if he's not entirely sure what it means for them yet.]

[Private]

[identity profile] sixthanimorph.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[David waits a few minutes to be sure the feed's really dead. That Bourne's not still looking at him or listening to him.]

[When he's sure, he drops his journal on the floor, crumples into the bed that's not his, and cries.]