[the boy lights his own, inhales deep; he's getting better at it, not coughing (as much) as he used to do]
[the ash burns away the taste of fear, the smoke muddles his electrical fire brain, and the bright, bright glow at the end of the cigarette, even against the dull grey of the sea-sky, is a light in the darkness (that ain't at the end of a fucking tunnel)]
[when he breathes out, his shoulders finally (almost) relax under Sakamoto's long arm]
[it's not so bad for Sakamoto; it's just enough, just enough for Badou]
Re: action mofo
[the ash burns away the taste of fear, the smoke muddles his electrical fire brain, and the bright, bright glow at the end of the cigarette, even against the dull grey of the sea-sky, is a light in the darkness (that ain't at the end of a fucking tunnel)]
[when he breathes out, his shoulders finally (almost) relax under Sakamoto's long arm]
[it's not so bad for Sakamoto; it's just enough, just enough for Badou]
...Thanks. For the gun.