Then he paused, his gaze drifting past her for a moment. He owed it to her to be a little more forthright than that, surely?
"...sometimes. Sometimes I see a photograph of London. Big Ben or the Thames. And it crosses my mind for a moment that I should like to see it again. Feel the fog in my nose and the rain in my hair and buy cheap fish and chips in a newspaper. Then I remember that the world I'm from is full of small, impotent feeling souls who've more violence in them than sense and I remember being shot at and chased with fire and I remember the only place I truly felt like myself was the wood, anyway."
He cleared his throat and shrugged slightly. "And we've a perfectly serviceable wood here, as you know."
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Then he paused, his gaze drifting past her for a moment. He owed it to her to be a little more forthright than that, surely?
"...sometimes. Sometimes I see a photograph of London. Big Ben or the Thames. And it crosses my mind for a moment that I should like to see it again. Feel the fog in my nose and the rain in my hair and buy cheap fish and chips in a newspaper. Then I remember that the world I'm from is full of small, impotent feeling souls who've more violence in them than sense and I remember being shot at and chased with fire and I remember the only place I truly felt like myself was the wood, anyway."
He cleared his throat and shrugged slightly. "And we've a perfectly serviceable wood here, as you know."