Falcon hadn't realized he had the potential to go this quiet before. He knew he wasn't a talker, but for his tongue to seal itself had happened to him for the first time. It was like a sheet of parchment paper in his mouth. Even if he wanted to say something he had to clear his throat before he could speak, and his energy ran out after a few words.
The prison was small, the cell different from the last time he was here. Everything was the same...the anguish, the disbelief, the grief. Just his cellmate was different.
The girl with the elflocks sat with her back to the door, dozing off as he watched her. He had been doing nothing else, just looking at her as she slept, or ignored reality, her head in her arms. It was more of a stupor than a slumber, and she kept waking up with a jerk every few minutes, looking about violently.
