[ Despite being dressed down, there are notes to read on all the prisoners. The way they cope with the stress, how straight their posture is in a place where no one will see them besides the imprisoned and the damned, the way they speak. Dimitri's overall polish is worn, left in rags rather than royal blue and his hair fallen loose to nearly his shoulders, but he isn't cowed by this place.
Likewise, the way this man acts and carries himself speaks to something more than civilian. A once-convict, maybe. Someone from a noble home, perhaps.
His brows draw together faintly, expression taking on a more steely edge. ]
No. [ He belongs here more than most, most likely. ] How do you measure the value of a life?
no subject
Likewise, the way this man acts and carries himself speaks to something more than civilian. A once-convict, maybe. Someone from a noble home, perhaps.
His brows draw together faintly, expression taking on a more steely edge. ]
No. [ He belongs here more than most, most likely. ] How do you measure the value of a life?