The days had a rough pattern to them. Quyhn would come see him and ask for his help finding the others. He would refuse. What happened next depended on her mood. Sometimes, she left and Booker would be alone with his thoughts for the day.
In a bad mood she would beat him and ask again. He still refused. That's when he usually ended up dead for awhile.
He asked what she wanted with them. She wouldn't tell him. He didn't good considering her unpredictable temper. Insanity would do that to a person he supposed. Booker was simply grateful that he was apart from the others. She wouldn't find them through him and they wouldn't come for him.
Until she figured out his phone and took the picture. Booker knew then what her plan was. He was bait. That was when he started trying to plan an escape.
Today he rested his head back against the wall as he stared down Quynh. "They're not coming," he said with a con man's confidence. "You're wasting your time. After what I did to them, they'll leave me to rot. Hell, they probably think I deserve it. Are you gonna waste your time like that?"
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In a bad mood she would beat him and ask again. He still refused. That's when he usually ended up dead for awhile.
He asked what she wanted with them. She wouldn't tell him. He didn't good considering her unpredictable temper. Insanity would do that to a person he supposed. Booker was simply grateful that he was apart from the others. She wouldn't find them through him and they wouldn't come for him.
Until she figured out his phone and took the picture. Booker knew then what her plan was. He was bait. That was when he started trying to plan an escape.
Today he rested his head back against the wall as he stared down Quynh. "They're not coming," he said with a con man's confidence. "You're wasting your time. After what I did to them, they'll leave me to rot. Hell, they probably think I deserve it. Are you gonna waste your time like that?"