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There's something to be said for the power of guilt.
Ash has been wandering about as himself ever since Stacie's funeral and every night he can't sleep for a good hour because all he thinks about are the people who might have thought of him as whoever he was playing that week and genuinely believed him. And what for? It's not like they had money for him to con. He's just been doing it for the thrill and the rush and to say he can because he's a grifter and you never change.
That's why he's set up at the market -- maybe he grifted a stall, but they're giving them away -- and he's got the carton of smokes laid out, gleaming little boxes in the wilderness. He's already smoked through one and gave two to the bloke who looked longingly at the things, but that still means he's got seven packs and if this is where redemption starts, then he's on board.
He still thinks about Stace every night, wondering if she's back home, maybe Danny's got some version of her there. He thinks about what the hell he's supposed to tell Mick or Albie if they ever turn up. He wonders if it's fate that he's alone now, as alone as he'd been since he first started.
He's lighting up yet another cigarette as he stands before his wares of them and feels like his nerves are about frayed from all the what-ifs he keeps going through. What if, what if, what if he'll never see Stacie again, what if June's money's run out, what if back home, they're all nicked? What if.
Ash has been wandering about as himself ever since Stacie's funeral and every night he can't sleep for a good hour because all he thinks about are the people who might have thought of him as whoever he was playing that week and genuinely believed him. And what for? It's not like they had money for him to con. He's just been doing it for the thrill and the rush and to say he can because he's a grifter and you never change.
That's why he's set up at the market -- maybe he grifted a stall, but they're giving them away -- and he's got the carton of smokes laid out, gleaming little boxes in the wilderness. He's already smoked through one and gave two to the bloke who looked longingly at the things, but that still means he's got seven packs and if this is where redemption starts, then he's on board.
He still thinks about Stace every night, wondering if she's back home, maybe Danny's got some version of her there. He thinks about what the hell he's supposed to tell Mick or Albie if they ever turn up. He wonders if it's fate that he's alone now, as alone as he'd been since he first started.
He's lighting up yet another cigarette as he stands before his wares of them and feels like his nerves are about frayed from all the what-ifs he keeps going through. What if, what if, what if he'll never see Stacie again, what if June's money's run out, what if back home, they're all nicked? What if.