Whether they were the worst days or the best days, Hermann could never decide. Days when “he’s not strong enough” became “I’m not strong enough.” Sharp vivid moments, surging forward to lay a hand on Newt's shoulder, his cheek. To grasp a flexing hand so cruelly pinned. The overwhelming need to *connect*.
His best attempts to break through aren't working and in the face of a fruitless path, he needs to find a different approach.
Anna trolls the shit out of Elder Maxson while Deacon desperately tries to keep a straight face.
“Do you know how many soldiers I have under my command on this ship?” Maxson asked.
Poor guy was trying too hard to get something out of her. Deacon almost felt bad for him.
“Ten thousand,” Anna guessed in a totally deadpan voice.
- Part 2 of OTP: Bats and Butterflies
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28 Feb 2016