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trans_92009-09-27 01:55 am
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Apologize [Closed to Prisoners]
Sam had spent several days in his cell in the precinct, along with the people that had stood by him during the fight over the Yeerk. He'd talked a little with the others, been visited by Cybil, interrogated by Javert, and preached to by Daimon. But most of Sam Winchester's time was eaten up by his thoughts, his conscience descending over him like a shroud and blanketing him waves of guilt, remorse and regret. He'd caused all of this.
He still felt Schmuz was dangerous. He still felt the Yeerk had to die. But all of that was becoming less and less important as he was reminded over and over again--by his own conscience--that he had caused people to be hurt, and he could have potentially caused even more to be hurt. He'd gotten this group of people mixed up in something that was likely to have long-lasting consequences for each of them. It was a mess, and he'd caused all of it.
Pushing himself to his feet, he hobbled the short journey from his cot to the bars that held him in his cell and rested his weight on them, pressing his face against the cold metal cylinders.
"I'm sorry," he said, loud enough for all of his fellow prisoners to hear him. "I'm sorry I got you guys mixed up in this."
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He still felt Schmuz was dangerous. He still felt the Yeerk had to die. But all of that was becoming less and less important as he was reminded over and over again--by his own conscience--that he had caused people to be hurt, and he could have potentially caused even more to be hurt. He'd gotten this group of people mixed up in something that was likely to have long-lasting consequences for each of them. It was a mess, and he'd caused all of it.
Pushing himself to his feet, he hobbled the short journey from his cot to the bars that held him in his cell and rested his weight on them, pressing his face against the cold metal cylinders.
"I'm sorry," he said, loud enough for all of his fellow prisoners to hear him. "I'm sorry I got you guys mixed up in this."
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