Raju takes a slow, bracing breath through his nose, aware that the leaning posture that'd looked casual a minute or so ago looks less so now, with his shoulders hunched forward and his gaze fixing itself on the floor the way it has.
There are still times he isn't used to it, to the inside of him being so visible. It isn't as if Francis wouldn't have known how angry Raju was without it, but something about Francis seeing it because Raju couldn't keep it in, eyecatching and unavoidable— Well, Francis did see it, and if he isn't surprised now then he saw more than just the fire itself. Maybe more than Raju had, at the time.
"If you'd died—" He has to pause, lips parted, while he waits for the thought to pass. "They would have voted the same way. No matter who was hurt. Or worse. So long as they could pat themselves on the back for their good Christian mercy afterward. You don't— still? That doesn't stop you? It doesn't change anything?"
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There are still times he isn't used to it, to the inside of him being so visible. It isn't as if Francis wouldn't have known how angry Raju was without it, but something about Francis seeing it because Raju couldn't keep it in, eyecatching and unavoidable— Well, Francis did see it, and if he isn't surprised now then he saw more than just the fire itself. Maybe more than Raju had, at the time.
"If you'd died—" He has to pause, lips parted, while he waits for the thought to pass. "They would have voted the same way. No matter who was hurt. Or worse. So long as they could pat themselves on the back for their good Christian mercy afterward. You don't— still? That doesn't stop you? It doesn't change anything?"