On any other day, Byrne would have approached the showers with the usual oh god not another awkward group shower session knnngh reaction. But this was not any other day. On the contrary, it would probably be the first and last time he didn't care if someone saw his dick. They were all in the same situation, and quite frankly, he wasn't about to give a damn right now. All he cared about was what he and Badd had discussed at breakfast: the torture session, the letters, and, most importantly, their will to fight the injustices of this place.
Byrne walked into the showers with the intent of making this quick, ignoring everyone else around him. In fact, he was almost laughing to himself as he stood under the water, because wow. Badd had been the one encouraging him to keep fighting, to keep the Yatagarasu spirit alive. And he'd even gone and made a corny little speech - no, a noble speech - like Byrne was infamous for doing! Hey, he wasn't complaining. It was well appreciated; he had needed the encouragement and needed it badly. But the role reversal was still a little surprising nonetheless.
It really made Byrne wonder where he'd be if he and Badd had never crossed paths. A greater mystery was how he'd be functioning if Badd wasn't here. One thing was for sure, though. Coping with the memories of last night would be a much more difficult task right now if it hadn't been for Badd's earlier encouragement. They were still painful, but not as much as before.
The prosecutor finished up his shower, dried off, and dressed as efficiently as the soldier this place pretended he was. It wasn't until he'd finished getting dressed and grabbed his beret to put on his head that he finally noticed the difference in his attire. Namely, the shiny new pin on his beret that had the letters M-U on it. It didn't take long for Byrne to realize what it meant.
Oh, Aguilar. You shouldn't have. You and your sick sense of humor are enough, really.
Byrne walked into the showers with the intent of making this quick, ignoring everyone else around him. In fact, he was almost laughing to himself as he stood under the water, because wow. Badd had been the one encouraging him to keep fighting, to keep the Yatagarasu spirit alive. And he'd even gone and made a corny little speech - no, a noble speech - like Byrne was infamous for doing! Hey, he wasn't complaining. It was well appreciated; he had needed the encouragement and needed it badly. But the role reversal was still a little surprising nonetheless.
It really made Byrne wonder where he'd be if he and Badd had never crossed paths. A greater mystery was how he'd be functioning if Badd wasn't here. One thing was for sure, though. Coping with the memories of last night would be a much more difficult task right now if it hadn't been for Badd's earlier encouragement. They were still painful, but not as much as before.
The prosecutor finished up his shower, dried off, and dressed as efficiently as the soldier this place pretended he was. It wasn't until he'd finished getting dressed and grabbed his beret to put on his head that he finally noticed the difference in his attire. Namely, the shiny new pin on his beret that had the letters M-U on it. It didn't take long for Byrne to realize what it meant.
Oh, Aguilar. You shouldn't have. You and your sick sense of humor are enough, really.
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