I... I don't really know, Comrade. It's never been my decision, but I think you are.
[He thinks for a moment, then reaches for the old police radio at his belt. He clicks it on, but no sound comes from it. It's dead. Lifeless. No longer connected to Barron.
Prefect feels a sudden, enormous tightness in his chest. Even knowing this was coming, on some level, it's still there.]
I think-- I think that was it, Barron. I'm not your warden any more, at least.
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Date: 2013-09-23 01:14 am (UTC)[He thinks for a moment, then reaches for the old police radio at his belt. He clicks it on, but no sound comes from it. It's dead. Lifeless. No longer connected to Barron.
Prefect feels a sudden, enormous tightness in his chest. Even knowing this was coming, on some level, it's still there.]
I think-- I think that was it, Barron. I'm not your warden any more, at least.