[ she shakes her head reading his sorry, because she doesn't want pity. it's only when she doesn't see it reflected in his face that she can relax and realize he's not feeling sorry for her. (not everything's about you, lorna!)
countless questions flit through her head at reading the rest of what he said. what was wrong with his arm? what did they do to him? more than the arm? mostly lorna can't help but think about war, and what esme said. 'nothing brings people together like hate.' it had bummed lorna out then, and it does now, to think that such similar things might go on in places she's never heard of. is human nature really that predictable? ]
there's going to be a war, where i'm from because of stuff like that happening back home
[ she likes the arm, but that doesn't mean he wanted it for himself. ]
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countless questions flit through her head at reading the rest of what he said. what was wrong with his arm? what did they do to him? more than the arm? mostly lorna can't help but think about war, and what esme said. 'nothing brings people together like hate.' it had bummed lorna out then, and it does now, to think that such similar things might go on in places she's never heard of. is human nature really that predictable? ]
there's going to be a war, where i'm from
because of stuff like that happening back home
[ she likes the arm, but that doesn't mean he wanted it for himself. ]