The pill. For some reason, fumbling the pill onto the floor had stuck in his mind as a failure, only redeemed by the fact that he hadn't talked, even if it was because he hadn't been able to.
He holds eyes with the man while he pulls him forward, and he stumbles on legs that feel as if they're made from wood. He's bleeding, the pain is starting to move to the forefront of his consciousness now that it's quiet, and he glances down to make sure he isn't about to fall over something before looking downward. He can hear through the walls of the tent, and he knows this camp's mission now, knows where he is.
A breath, and he settles heavily, still shaking himself apart, looking up at the British soldier.
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He holds eyes with the man while he pulls him forward, and he stumbles on legs that feel as if they're made from wood. He's bleeding, the pain is starting to move to the forefront of his consciousness now that it's quiet, and he glances down to make sure he isn't about to fall over something before looking downward. He can hear through the walls of the tent, and he knows this camp's mission now, knows where he is.
A breath, and he settles heavily, still shaking himself apart, looking up at the British soldier.
"You know my name."