[Is it not enough for you that he came with you, Lawrence Dimick? Is it not enough that he's sitting on the same bed with a patched up near life threatening wound on his belly? Thank god he didn't need a transfusion. Just because he can't put words together about it doesn't mean he thinks he's been kidnapped. If Freddy could articulate anything at all ever he would be angry at Larry's huff.]
How long was I gone?
[Freddy asks, ignoring any spikes of resentment in the old man's tone. He's sure they didn't split at the same time, because when Mr. White shot his old friend it seemed like something snapped in him. Everything played out exactly as he remembered until that moment. Freddy could have changed things too, he could have used his knowledge to do something about the boot, but he didn't. He didn't attempt to change anything (perhaps the city instilled a fear in him after all).]
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How long was I gone?
[Freddy asks, ignoring any spikes of resentment in the old man's tone. He's sure they didn't split at the same time, because when Mr. White shot his old friend it seemed like something snapped in him. Everything played out exactly as he remembered until that moment. Freddy could have changed things too, he could have used his knowledge to do something about the boot, but he didn't. He didn't attempt to change anything (perhaps the city instilled a fear in him after all).]