That's what Leon had been sentenced to and he found it kind of amusing in its own way, the way the judge had read the verdict aloud 'sentenced to life.' because it sounded a lot more pleasant than it actually was. Like the existence that he'd been given was being taken away and replaced by another -- though, he supposed that going from a life on the outside to a life on the inside was almost an exact representation of that. Since then it had been the same thing over and over; meals at a scheduled time, exercise at a scheduled time, sleep at a scheduled time, everything a routine that quickly became monotonous.
He hadn't been sentenced to life, he'd been sentenced to sacrifice his freedom.
There was at least Elliot, though. The one piece of the machine that was different than all the rest, the thing that he felt was his sole purpose for being locked away in the first place -- he hadn't been told to protect Elliot, but it had been suggested in an anonymous letter that he keep an eye on the kid. Someone had to, he wouldn't have survived otherwise. So, they ate together, they watched the same set of moves on the basketball court together, they talked briefly about whatever television reruns that Leon got the opportunity to watch.
And sometimes they talked about the time before the four walls of the correctional facility located in downtown Brooklyn. They were almost one in the same, but where Leon was simply a pawn in a much bigger organization, he knew that Elliot had been the one calling the shots in his -- at least from what White Rose had told him, by way of secret codes that Leon would spend hours pouring over. Simple things like 'I hope all is well.' and 'The kids send their love' holding much deeper meanings that he racked his brain to decipher.
He was smarter than he looked, but hadn't that been why he was chosen?
"A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend." Leon quoted one day, sitting across the metal table in the cafeteria from Elliot. " Emily Dickinson." He nodded slowly, as though it explained everything. "They sent me a letter today. I ain't got one since before you showed up."
Elliot was fidgeting at the table again, picking at his food without ever actually eating all that much. He stared at Leon when the other started to talk, tilting his head at the new information. He wasn't sure exactly what the quote was supposed to mean.
"Is that all it said?" Elliot asked but he really wasn't sure if the letter was relevant to him, to his goals, to saving the world.
He was still going to save the world even if he was here now. Darlene was keeping things moving.
"Nah, bro. It didn't say that." Leon laughed softly, picking off a piece of the dinner roll that they had all been served -- which was something that amused him, the irony that they served them with every meal except dinner when the very meal itself was part of the name. Sometimes he didn't really understand people, much less the people who ran the facility that they were kept in, they were on an entirely different wavelength than he was.
And Elliot was on an completely different universe. Maybe if White Rose hadn't given him this task of protecting and watching over the other, he might have still been drawn to him. Leon didn't exactly find himself being pulled toward any of the other prisoners, that sort of gang mentality wasn't one that he subscribed to, especially not when he'd witnessed so many of them sneaking around behind their supposed 'brothers' backs. There wasn't any loyalty among the other convicts, at least not any that would have actually lasted and someone was only as good as they were useful to another person.
Leon preferred to sit back and watch the parasitic relationships unfold -- one person feeding off of another until they had sucked them dry and moved on to the next one.
"It's always weird code with them, y'know. Sounds like something big is about to go down, though. See, they've been talkin' 'bout this championship tournament thing for a while, games leading up to is. The teams they are facing up against are bigger, but not really skilled at the game. They've been cutting players, scouting for new ones." Leon shrugged, he didn't understand what it all meant, he'd been out of the game for too long to know what The Dark Army was planning anymore, and it was too dangerous to try and send any information through letters that may or may not have been read over before they reached him. "I dunno, man. It said to tell you, but I'm feelin' like you ain't got a clue about it either, right? Bein' in this joint too long'll fuck with your head, make you start forgettin' shit."
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Elliot gave a shrug as he pushed around the food on his tray. He was never all that hungry. Not without an appetite at all like he had been for quite a while but it was dull and the act of eating was one that was exhausting to him. There was nothing that important about it. It was something you had to do. Part of the routine. It was good for him.
Leon still talked a lot. That was still good. He never had to say much, just listened. Now some of their conversations seemed to have more meaning, like this one. But, what Leon was saying bothered him a little, causing his brows to knit and he couldn't pinpoint exactly why it exactly why but there was something about that. It was unsettling.
It made him want to talk to Darlene.
Elliot shook his head. He didn't but it scratched something in his head. "I don't know."
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That's what Leon had been sentenced to and he found it kind of amusing in its own way, the way the judge had read the verdict aloud 'sentenced to life.' because it sounded a lot more pleasant than it actually was. Like the existence that he'd been given was being taken away and replaced by another -- though, he supposed that going from a life on the outside to a life on the inside was almost an exact representation of that. Since then it had been the same thing over and over; meals at a scheduled time, exercise at a scheduled time, sleep at a scheduled time, everything a routine that quickly became monotonous.
He hadn't been sentenced to life, he'd been sentenced to sacrifice his freedom.
There was at least Elliot, though. The one piece of the machine that was different than all the rest, the thing that he felt was his sole purpose for being locked away in the first place -- he hadn't been told to protect Elliot, but it had been suggested in an anonymous letter that he keep an eye on the kid. Someone had to, he wouldn't have survived otherwise. So, they ate together, they watched the same set of moves on the basketball court together, they talked briefly about whatever television reruns that Leon got the opportunity to watch.
And sometimes they talked about the time before the four walls of the correctional facility located in downtown Brooklyn. They were almost one in the same, but where Leon was simply a pawn in a much bigger organization, he knew that Elliot had been the one calling the shots in his -- at least from what White Rose had told him, by way of secret codes that Leon would spend hours pouring over. Simple things like 'I hope all is well.' and 'The kids send their love' holding much deeper meanings that he racked his brain to decipher.
He was smarter than he looked, but hadn't that been why he was chosen?
"A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend." Leon quoted one day, sitting across the metal table in the cafeteria from Elliot. " Emily Dickinson." He nodded slowly, as though it explained everything. "They sent me a letter today. I ain't got one since before you showed up."
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"Is that all it said?" Elliot asked but he really wasn't sure if the letter was relevant to him, to his goals, to saving the world.
He was still going to save the world even if he was here now. Darlene was keeping things moving.
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And Elliot was on an completely different universe. Maybe if White Rose hadn't given him this task of protecting and watching over the other, he might have still been drawn to him. Leon didn't exactly find himself being pulled toward any of the other prisoners, that sort of gang mentality wasn't one that he subscribed to, especially not when he'd witnessed so many of them sneaking around behind their supposed 'brothers' backs. There wasn't any loyalty among the other convicts, at least not any that would have actually lasted and someone was only as good as they were useful to another person.
Leon preferred to sit back and watch the parasitic relationships unfold -- one person feeding off of another until they had sucked them dry and moved on to the next one.
"It's always weird code with them, y'know. Sounds like something big is about to go down, though. See, they've been talkin' 'bout this championship tournament thing for a while, games leading up to is. The teams they are facing up against are bigger, but not really skilled at the game. They've been cutting players, scouting for new ones." Leon shrugged, he didn't understand what it all meant, he'd been out of the game for too long to know what The Dark Army was planning anymore, and it was too dangerous to try and send any information through letters that may or may not have been read over before they reached him. "I dunno, man. It said to tell you, but I'm feelin' like you ain't got a clue about it either, right? Bein' in this joint too long'll fuck with your head, make you start forgettin' shit."
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Leon still talked a lot. That was still good. He never had to say much, just listened. Now some of their conversations seemed to have more meaning, like this one. But, what Leon was saying bothered him a little, causing his brows to knit and he couldn't pinpoint exactly why it exactly why but there was something about that. It was unsettling.
It made him want to talk to Darlene.
Elliot shook his head. He didn't but it scratched something in his head. "I don't know."