ΛΛΒ°β’*ββ· @altarbov β SC. : ΜΜβ
𦻠ᴠα΄Κα΄α΄α΄: βͺβͺβͺβͺβͺβͺβͺβͺ βπ«ββπΊββπ±ββπ±β βπ§ββπ¦ββπΉββπΉββπͺββπ·ββπΎβ Β Β β He knows him well. The haunting of the worst moments of his life. Tried like an animal. Questioned to all ends over the death of his friend while he still grieved. A close friend. Clint stared down the lawyer as he exits the court room. He was here on an unrelated matter. And in the hallway he sees the creature of his nightmares. Prosecutor. He escaped that day from the bear trap of the death penalty.
β Mr. Murdock. β He doesn't force his voice into any shape of friendly. Doesn't warm it. He understands that they played their parts that day. That everything that happened had to happen. He stares. Clint saw no point in faking a smile, not like the other could appreciate all his media training.
