A/N I have returned from a nice long hiatus, full of pineapple and kittens. It was briefly interrupted by a wisdom teeth removal, but now that I can eat pecans again, I'm fine.

Defective

Washed out blue uniform. Scraggly hair. Thin fingers. Roguish, crooked smile. Green eyes that sparkle and connive. Lean body.

If you saw him walking down the street, that's how you might describe him. Not that he'd be walking down any streets nowadays. Being in prison and all.

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Sneering sarcasm. Itching for a fight. Dirty moves. Insolent, stuck up Englander.

His enemies knew what he really was. Or so they thought.

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Merry laughter and jokes. A hard, leathery front that hid kindness inside. A deep loyalty that overrode any survival instinct.

His friends knew who he was. Right?

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Broken. Flawed. Imperfect. Cracked. Weak.

But he knew.