Darcy kept her gaze to the ground while he spoke. "It is horrible, but I've grown accustomed to it. It doesn't hurt anymore and I'm never really hungry" she sighed slightly and risked a glance up at Rusty. "I really hope he leaves me alone... there's a possibility that he doesn't even know I never made it to South Carolina" she gulped and stood, crossing the cell slowly.

Rusty glanced over at Darcy, his golden eyes saddening slightly. Good night, why was everything so sad and depressing!? "You should eat more, even if you aren't hungry." He said quietly, trying not to sound as concerned as he was, his eyes flitting to her again. "From what you've told me- which wasn't much- he sounds like the kind of person to not care much if you go missing." He said quietly. "I don't mean that in a way to hurt you.." Rusty added quickly, seeing as how that could be slightly offensive.

"He may be terrible, but he's still my Father. There was a time where he wasn't bad, but I only have one or two instances where that was the case. Everything else, I believe, is grief. All of my Mothers friends said I looked so much like her. I think he just can't stand looking at me and chose to rid himself of me." Darcy paused, fiddling with her hair. She absentmindedly braided a lock of it then pulled it apart before braiding it again. "I read a book once that said grief is just love without anyone to receive it. It doesn't change the fact that he abused me, but I could atleast understand where he came from" she slumped back against the cell wall, all of memories flooding back like a dam had broken

Rusty looked at Darcy carefully as she seemed to just .. shatter. Not her mind, but her walls, each one crumbling and revealing the person inside. "I'm sorry that happened to you.. and him.." He said quietly, looking away, not knowing what to say. Years in a prison had rendered him incapable of having a normal conversation with a human. Rusty sighed heavily and leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling. How could he help her? He didn't think he could. And even now, he didn't even know what to say. "Grief is just love without anyone to recieve it.." He mumbled quietly, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew that feeling all too well, but he had never heard it explained like that. It was his girlfriend who he was charged with murdering. And his best friend was the one who killed her. Grief was an emotion he was well acquainted with.

Darcy ripped her eyes from the floor and let them settle on Rusty. "I said something wrong didn't I?" She asked as the slump of his shoulders. "I'm sorry." She looked back to the floor. Her father was right. She needed to start keeping her mouth shut and her thoughts in her head. They hurt people when she spoke them. Her eyes shifted from sadness to anger. "Will there ever be a way I could get him out of my head?" She gripped her hair in her hands and tugged, her head leaning back against the wall, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. "I just need him to go away. I need everything about him gone." She forced the tears to disappear. She had done enough crying

Rusty glanced over at Darcy, shaking his head. "No- no its not you. Don't be sorry. I.." He trailed off with a sigh. "I'm just remembering stuff. I was 8 years old when I met my best friend. Lila Dawson, the kindest, sweetest person in the entire world. I thought so, anyway. At the age of 15, I officially called her my girlfriend. When I was 18 I was convinced she was the love of my life, but apparently my other friend had other ideas. He murdered her, and framed me. Or, if you want what everyone thinks, I murdered her and he is completely innocent." He smiled wanely, no joy in it whatsoever. "So I lost two best friends that day. One betrayed me. One got killed. I got blamed, and I'm living the consequence. All in all- you're definitely not the reason my shoulders are slumping." He stared at the wall for a couple seconds, sighing slightly.

Darcy didn't even know what to say. "And here I was thinking I had it bad" she mumbled. She couldn't believe someone would do something so cruel as to kill his girlfriend. "Do you know why he killed her? And why he blamed you?" She paused "well I bet he blamed you because he didn't want to be in prison" she rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't say it's bad here though. If anyone befriends these burly guys they would have the best bodyguards ever. And it's free living quarters that comes with food. More than I ever got"

Rusty stared at the ceiling for a moment before glancing at her. "Why? Because he had a twisted mind. He loved her, but she loved me, and he hated me for it. Instead of just killing me, the obvious answer, he killed her to hurt me, then framed me to hurt me more." He explained, a bit of disgust trickling into his tone. He slowly looked to her at her last words, a bit of a bemused smile coming onto his face. "That's because you have someone to talk to." He pointed out, but he understood her point.

Darcy stopped. "Why would he kill the person he loves? Doesn't sound like he actually loved her because killing her would have hurt him too" she tilted her head and looked at Rusty. "Yeah i bet you're right. Still doesn't change the fact that this could be so much worse." she looked down at her feet. She pulled her blonde hair to the side and fiddled with it. "Have you not had someone to talk to all these years..?" She asked. She bet this was some sore spot, and it it hurt him too much she wouldn't make him answer.

Rusty shook his head slowly. "he was insane. I bet it did hurt him, but his hatred for me outweighed his love for her." he shrugged, staring at the wall for a second before glancing at her. "It could be worse." he agreed simply, not wanting to think of how. It was already hell for him- he loved seeing the sky, walking in nature, and he hadn't done that in 5 long years. At her quiet words, his golden eyes flit back to her, slightly sad. "No. No one wanted to talk to the person who was *escaping their sentence*" He answered. "Plus no one believed I didn't kill her, so they all hated me for doing a horrible thing. Like it was worse than the things they did." He scowled slightly, but it quickly disappeared.