“Your sister will kill me if I don’t at least make this comfortable Cisco.” He smiled weakly, running a hand through his hair and looking at the other. “You don’t deserve it Cisco. I…I’m sorry. I never should have kicked you out. Whatever you need, I’ll get or do for you Cisco. But seriously…I’m so so sorry.”
“Bring me a sleeping bag then. You know as well as I that I don’t need comfort to get sleep. Plus, it’s my decision.” Cisoc said to his friend. “That’s the thing, I do. For all I know, I could have killed people while on this strange rampage. I should not be let out of this cell. I can’t be trusted. Don’t be sorry, Bar. There’s no reason for you to be. This is on me, not you.”
