[ Harvey indulges in a silence, tapping his thumb against his cigarette to get the ashes to fall. At this hour, with the skies above the barge in the strange darkness, the embers flicker visibly as they fall. ]
Well, to the days when we were feared and free, then.
[spam]
Well, to the days when we were feared and free, then.
[ He misses them too, sometime. ]