Especially in such close confines. Knowing everyone here knows, that none of them will be able to meet my eye... but it doesn't matter, anyways. And I can't help it. Calder's questions, his smug look... it leaves no doubt in my mind that he knows exactly who I am, and exactly what happened to my family. And is needling me for it. Evil fucker. I can't shove him away, not without risking his anger. And if he's angry... if he exposes me to them, lets them know that not only do I have a reason to kill them, but the skills to do it... Fuck, how I wish I'd slid the knife out of my pocket when he approached, dragged it across his wrist when he reached for me. Blood for blood. None of these mind-games, him baiting me, and me playing along, letting him kiss me, me kissing back, and us pretending either of us is a human, capable of bonding. Fuck. At least he doesn't attempt to talk.
