003 ♬ Slotted spoons don't hold much soup.

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[A melancholic version of 'No One Is Alone' can be heard as Lorne hums to himself. He's cowering in the corner of a cell, clothes torn, one horn broken and his hair mussed. There are brown bruises along his cheeks, evidence that he attempted to fight back when the Gestapo came to grab him but of course he ultimately failed to escape.]

Just look at you. Whimpering in a damn corner like the coward you are.

♪ Sometimes people leave you
Halfway through the wood.
Others may deceive you.
You decide what's good.
You decide alone,
But no one is alone. ♪

Stop singing and look at me!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...

Sorry? You think I want your pathetic apologies? I wanted to live! I did the dirty work. After everything I went through, I don't even merit a real death.

It wasn't -- it's not my fault. How could we trust you? It was the only way.

Fault? You shot me! Everyone else gets a second chance. Angel. Wesley. You. But not Lindsey, he doesn't deserve the chance to pay his dues, huh? Is that it? Answer me!

♪ People make mistakes,
Fathers, mothers,
People make mistakes,
Holding to their own,
Thinking they're alone.
Honor their mistakes.
Ev'rybody makes
One another's terrible mistakes. ♪

[OOC: Lorne woke up in a cell, and has had Lindsey (

in red

) talking to him for the past full day, hence the creepy singing to himself and whatnot. Feel free to be in the cell with him, try to contact him, anything goes!]

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