Oh, now they wanted to know if it was an accident? Again, Trenton wanted to laugh, but he just couldn't find the energy or motivation to do so. Trenton didn't want a trial, and he didn't really see the need for one. He'd admitted it, isn't that what they wanted? Did he really have to be judged by some ridiculous attempt at Bellum justice? He wasn't entirely sure of what it would entail, but it probably had something to do with handing him over to Shane, and no thanks. He suddenly just wanted to get upstairs, and into bed, and hopefully sleep forever. Rosalie really lucked out with her fairytale, that was for sure.
But had it been an accident? Of course, Trenton liked to think so. An accident with Aaron, a misunderstanding with Boyd. What was with all of these trips down memory lane? Trenton recalled when his brother had died, the doctors tried to explain to his mother that it was a freak accident. She'd screamed, and screamed, and screamed. There was no such thing as accidents.
Trenton watched Cole as his words trailed off, the sallow sea of his eyes reading the man, but Trenton said nothing as he leaned against the wall. Until finally, dropping his attention to his cuffed wrists, he jangled their links. "Can we take these off or what?"