Gaeta hasn't touched much of his, either. He has both hands clasped in front of his mouth, listening intently, as he ignores the nausea twisting around his gut.
Six years of torture, a prison break, and in the end, fewer people made it to freedom than can be counted on one hand. Yes, he knows Hawkeye's from Father Mulcahy's unit; so is that good-natured (and scarily efficient) kid Gaeta's spotted around town sometimes. But how can that compare? It would be like Gaeta's family washing ashore, parents and cousins and all his other loved ones ignorant by design of everything the Fleet endured. He'd be overjoyed, of course he would, but how could he ever explain? How could anyone who wasn't there ever relate?
The colorless affect to Mulcahy seems worse, for a moment, as if the light has shifted again. (I wasn't there, either, Gaeta hears himself think. What right do I have to compare or relate?)
"I've seen him around. I think." A grapple at hope; at something to say that isn't a meaningless, worthless I'm sorry. "The... giant skeleton? Did Mortanne transform him back?"
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Six years of torture, a prison break, and in the end, fewer people made it to freedom than can be counted on one hand. Yes, he knows Hawkeye's from Father Mulcahy's unit; so is that good-natured (and scarily efficient) kid Gaeta's spotted around town sometimes. But how can that compare? It would be like Gaeta's family washing ashore, parents and cousins and all his other loved ones ignorant by design of everything the Fleet endured. He'd be overjoyed, of course he would, but how could he ever explain? How could anyone who wasn't there ever relate?
The colorless affect to Mulcahy seems worse, for a moment, as if the light has shifted again. (I wasn't there, either, Gaeta hears himself think. What right do I have to compare or relate?)
"I've seen him around. I think." A grapple at hope; at something to say that isn't a meaningless, worthless I'm sorry. "The... giant skeleton? Did Mortanne transform him back?"