[She's silent at first. Maybe it's a ghost of who she was in her thoughts, maybe - it could be something else, but she brushes it aside all the same. Whatever it is that urges her, she crosses over to him, settles a hand on his shoulder.]
He was the first through the Admiral's door. Maybe he is free, now.
[For Charles' sake, she hopes it. For the bitter, angry man in front of her, she hopes they both will be.]
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He was the first through the Admiral's door. Maybe he is free, now.
[For Charles' sake, she hopes it. For the bitter, angry man in front of her, she hopes they both will be.]