"Aren't I just? Is it the arrogance or boredom that makes a good prisoner, I wonder?" Her eyes rolling.
She can't help herself, as he coughs, her hand coming up to brace him as his coughed. Steady set, where she had been the one in his place. Another story. About yes, yes she's familiar with this process. More than familiar, truth be told.
"I... live in a place called Whitechapel, in England. It is... where the hopeless never have a hope of escaping from. Cholera swept through, a few years ago. Within weeks, hundreds died. Disease spares no one, after all. Bodies would be left in the streets, at times, sometimes for days."
Lays it flat, but removed, calm, it's something that - wasn't even isolated, but she had been in the thick of it, this time. So many sick and dying, and she'd held them, tended them, because she alone had nothing to fear of the diseased. Even if it amounted to nothing more than giving the dying a brief comfort.
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She can't help herself, as he coughs, her hand coming up to brace him as his coughed. Steady set, where she had been the one in his place. Another story. About yes, yes she's familiar with this process. More than familiar, truth be told.
"I... live in a place called Whitechapel, in England. It is... where the hopeless never have a hope of escaping from. Cholera swept through, a few years ago. Within weeks, hundreds died. Disease spares no one, after all. Bodies would be left in the streets, at times, sometimes for days."
Lays it flat, but removed, calm, it's something that - wasn't even isolated, but she had been in the thick of it, this time. So many sick and dying, and she'd held them, tended them, because she alone had nothing to fear of the diseased. Even if it amounted to nothing more than giving the dying a brief comfort.