Jovan knows this sort of hopelessness. He felt it more and more acutely with every day that passed between learning of his destiny and the night he finally fled the compound. Even now, a little over a year past that fateful deadline, the gloom of it lingers. Any day could be the last taste of freedom he ever knows.
"... stay right here. Take off your shoes and your outer clothes so you don't track blood into my van. I have a shower in there, you're going to wash up and I'll get you some clean clothes, okay? Nobody will find you."
He lets go carefully, making sure the stranger isn't about to fall over before he rushes the short distance back to the Grotto. Grabbing a large black trash bag from an outer compartment, he hurries back as fast as he can. "Everything in here. We can clean it up or toss it, but you have to move fast."
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Date: 2023-08-16 10:36 pm (UTC)"... stay right here. Take off your shoes and your outer clothes so you don't track blood into my van. I have a shower in there, you're going to wash up and I'll get you some clean clothes, okay? Nobody will find you."
He lets go carefully, making sure the stranger isn't about to fall over before he rushes the short distance back to the Grotto. Grabbing a large black trash bag from an outer compartment, he hurries back as fast as he can. "Everything in here. We can clean it up or toss it, but you have to move fast."