Szabo Tibor & Paul Berthalet // Arthur C. Clarke & Carnival! // M'ways
Living in prison does not involve variation.
You slip into a routine, and after a while, you don't think about what you're doing anymore (he's lashed out, a few times - got him in and out of solitary).
(Szabo Tibor remembers first arriving here. It was shaking, more than anything else. Quite frankly, he still doesn't like the place.
He is serving a life sentence.
You lose sight of things after a while.)
In the same moment,
both hate and desire died forever within him,
as he knew the price of his revenge.
He remembers standing on the witness stand. Or rather, he doesn't. He remembers watching someone on the witness stand, someone remarkably like him.
I let her die.
You can't blame him if he isn't the best conversationalist.
In a booth some distance away, a man has set up a makeshift puppet booth, and appears to be practicing a show. His face isn't visible behind the mini-booth's curtains, but one of his legs is sticking out into the space next to the booth.
On the 'stage' are two puppets, for now. One, a walrus. The other, a fox. They're conversing with each other, very softly, and if you're paying enough attention?
You'll note that they're commenting on the passersby.
You might not get conversation out of the man behind the curtain, but the puppets are game.