It really didn't sound appealing when she said it like that, the idea of being a prisoner again gave Briar a chill. He covered it by pulling the shirt he'd found over his head, tucking his medallion beneath it. He could put it on display now, if he cared to, but years of habit and still not wanting to show off made him keep it beneath his clothes. It didn't occur to him that because of that, Cassie had probably never seen it. It was always just a cord around his neck that he'd never noticed to start with.
"If it's anything like the last time," he said, once again pretending everything was fine, knowing the longer he did the more he'd feel it and be able to act like himself again. It always worked out that way. He'd had months of practice pushing the horrors that haunted him away again. "We ought to be able to get a good look at everything if we head toward the front of the ship."
That was true for all ships in his experience, but the last one of these had been so much bigger than anything he'd ever seen before. This was sure to be the same.