In a matter of days I'll never be the same, tomorrow can I change? [W4, Sunday, Post-Execution]

[hydrokinetics]

[It was bittersweet, he thinks. Catching a murderer was one thing, but catching the wrong murderer simply because he confessed seemed anticlimatic and sad, but what else could be done?

After the execution and after some time, he finally finds himself heading back to the hotel. If he's at all surprised to see Sara outside, he says nothing, but he does call out a little distance away to alert her to his presence.]

How's your hand?

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[alcobrawlic]

[ Sara gives him a glance, before she looks down at her hand and shakes it lightly. The knuckles are still a little scraped, but... eh. ]

Not that bad, honestly. I've had worse.