you never let go of that thing whenever you have it strange of you to offer it now just because you think it might interest me
[ in trials, he sometimes comes across discarded items—toolboxes and medical chests and those damned flashlights—but never what he recognizes as more personal possessions. A silver cross clasped between shaking fingers, a pink cloth tied tightly around a straining wrist... and Zarina's camera, even though its weight can only slow her down in a chase. ]
no subject
you never let go of that thing whenever you have it
strange of you to offer it now just because you think it might interest me
[ in trials, he sometimes comes across discarded items—toolboxes and medical chests and those damned flashlights—but never what he recognizes as more personal possessions. A silver cross clasped between shaking fingers, a pink cloth tied tightly around a straining wrist... and Zarina's camera, even though its weight can only slow her down in a chase. ]