[ he remembers this passage. the cold feeling that went through him when he first learned the truth - no, not him, at all, but familiar enough. as the page starts to change, words dancing on the page, he blinks several times to try to rid himself of the blurriness, staring down at it in confusion.
history rewritten before his eyes. truths hidden away from those who should know the most, who are in the most danger for it.
laurence closes the book. sets it down on the bed and backs away, closing his eyes to listen to the bird for just a moment longer. ]
...Are you even going to know what to do if I open that cage?
[ if it's anything like him, that cage is its whole world, all its ever known. would it rather sing in safety, like laurence himself had always preferred? ]
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history rewritten before his eyes. truths hidden away from those who should know the most, who are in the most danger for it.
laurence closes the book. sets it down on the bed and backs away, closing his eyes to listen to the bird for just a moment longer. ]
...Are you even going to know what to do if I open that cage?
[ if it's anything like him, that cage is its whole world, all its ever known. would it rather sing in safety, like laurence himself had always preferred? ]