It all came down to two things -- truth, and trusting the ones one loved. Beyond that, even Detective Gumshoe's unusually careful monologue had left her vague on the exact details.
"I hope it can do that for you, too. That some good can come out of this for all of us." She didn't know what demons, precisely, he was running from, but no-one was perfect. And given ex-Detective Badd's revelations this morning, that had been more true than she'd even suspected. A mistake she would probably make again; optimism still came more naturally than cynicism, despite all her efforts.
A murmur was running around the room; Lana wasn't sure where it had started, but her head jerked like someone had just grabbed every muscle in her neck and yanked. She held up a wait, please hand to Dent and stared at the clump of soldiers; there were more of them than there had been a few minutes ago, but they'd been coming and going all day. What had her instincts picked out of the chatter?
Before she could puzzle it out for herself, one of the soldiers answered for her, barking orders out. Then both doors flew open with a resonant bang, and now everyone was looking that way.
From his first impression of Lana, Harvey really hadn't expected her to be so full of hope. He got the feeling this wasn't a side that she often showed to people, and that maybe she hadn't even realized she had it until recently. Maybe due to her sister, maybe due to something else.
But her words fell on deaf ears; the idea of something good coming out of this situation in his case just sounded preposterous. He wasn't afraid to admit it, either, and would have done so if they hadn't suddenly been interrupted.
While Lana had signaled him to wait, it was totally unnecessary as he was just as distracted by the sudden change in events. Their conversation was almost completely forgotten as he shifted in his seat and focused on the entering band of soldiers.
"I hope it can do that for you, too. That some good can come out of this for all of us." She didn't know what demons, precisely, he was running from, but no-one was perfect. And given ex-Detective Badd's revelations this morning, that had been more true than she'd even suspected. A mistake she would probably make again; optimism still came more naturally than cynicism, despite all her efforts.
A murmur was running around the room; Lana wasn't sure where it had started, but her head jerked like someone had just grabbed every muscle in her neck and yanked. She held up a wait, please hand to Dent and stared at the clump of soldiers; there were more of them than there had been a few minutes ago, but they'd been coming and going all day. What had her instincts picked out of the chatter?
Before she could puzzle it out for herself, one of the soldiers answered for her, barking orders out. Then both doors flew open with a resonant bang, and now everyone was looking that way.
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But her words fell on deaf ears; the idea of something good coming out of this situation in his case just sounded preposterous. He wasn't afraid to admit it, either, and would have done so if they hadn't suddenly been interrupted.
While Lana had signaled him to wait, it was totally unnecessary as he was just as distracted by the sudden change in events. Their conversation was almost completely forgotten as he shifted in his seat and focused on the entering band of soldiers.
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