It doesn't take him long to mull the question; it's a principle he understands, but isn't sure it actually matters all that much. The answer comes as he pulls a fresh cigarette.
"I ain't a warden." He shrugs and flicks open his lighter. "So I don't give a fuck." Light, drag, snap shut. An intuitive and well-practiced flow that leaves him renewed in his contentment.
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Date: 2021-09-30 08:18 pm (UTC)"I ain't a warden." He shrugs and flicks open his lighter. "So I don't give a fuck." Light, drag, snap shut. An intuitive and well-practiced flow that leaves him renewed in his contentment.