Black Sails - James/Thomas
Green stands for hope, does it not? Field work is turning something into food, into something green and into hope. Hope is standing before him in a bright radiant light.
“Thomas?” None of it is real. His past, this present. Their past.
All of it is real.
Flint feels his knees buckle. Thomas is there. Right there, with his hands going to Flint´s elbows. Hovering at first, then as a firm grip.
“James” Thomas´ face is incredulous, his voice comes out raspy. The word is a prayer and an answer.