[ barnes is another matter altogether. barnes, she knows, might hold something akin to a grudge, if not a grudge full stop. he’d felt hurt, she knows, when he’d realized that there had come a time when the howlies had stopped looking.

so peggy thins her mouth into a line and gives her head a little shake. ]

Similar circumstances on the surface. Frozen, kept alive, revived in the future. [ she picks at a splintered edge of table. ] Except the wrong sort of people found him.

[ —which leads to the man sitting across from her, her dear friend, assassinated. now it’s her turn to escape eye contact. ]