[He's no stranger to prisons. Iron bars or not, he knows one when he sees it, and he's on board one: a Thanagarian ship, by the looks of it. The tension doesn't escape him - wartime, probably. The design is unfamiliar, so this isn't his own memory of their vessels. It must be Shayera's.]
[He steals across the corridors, self-conscious. His uniform is going to get him spotted and he has to-]
John?
[The word escapes him before he can come to his senses, and he stares. That's - that's a man who he considers as close as a brother, held down like that.]
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[He steals across the corridors, self-conscious. His uniform is going to get him spotted and he has to-]
John?
[The word escapes him before he can come to his senses, and he stares. That's - that's a man who he considers as close as a brother, held down like that.]
John!