What... [Neil recoils away from Libby, as though by bringing him this news, she's somehow endangering him. He doesn't even know the men who died, really. Seen Billy around, sure, but barely ever talked to the guy. Blonsky was barely even a face to him. But still, he'd seen them, practically daily. These were people he shared this stupid, fucked up boat with, and they were butchered and cooked, like this was a scene lifted from a 70s cannibal movie.]
No. No. [He looks away from Libby, at some dark wall, his expression grim, before cracking the smallest of smiles and letting out a bitter, humorless laugh.] They were cooked? [He looks at her.] What kind of fucked up nightmare is this place?! What am I doing here? Seriously, what the FUCK am I doing here?
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Date: 2010-11-20 04:41 am (UTC)No. No. [He looks away from Libby, at some dark wall, his expression grim, before cracking the smallest of smiles and letting out a bitter, humorless laugh.] They were cooked? [He looks at her.] What kind of fucked up nightmare is this place?! What am I doing here? Seriously, what the FUCK am I doing here?