[Will Graham]: I looked up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and, near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. I wondered if our stars were the same.
[Hannibal]: I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You ent...
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Bridger knew all about the social hierarchy that was the Outer Banks, and he'd always been the one to point out the differences between Kooks and Pogues. He thought everybody that lived on the cut was trash, people who were too lazy to get up and look for jobs, people who'd never be able to afford what he grew up with. Bridger got everything handed to him on a silver platter since he was a kid. The Fitzgerald wealth dated back years all the way to his great-great grandparents. Dawson and Jana always made sure he was on the same status as the people he grew up with.
But things were different now. While yes, he was still rich, that part would always be true, Bridger no longer looked at life through rose colored glasses. He saw the world for what it was, he saw people for who they were. He stood on the right side of justice, and he knew what was happening to John B was wrong. He was just a teenage boy forced into a fucked up situation, and the world was treating him unfairly.
Bridger held JJ's shaking hand in the court house, and he could smell the beer on him, but he didn't say anything about it. He could hear the talk about John B, about how he deserved what was coming for him, and Bridger could feel his blood curdling, but he knew if he made a scene things would get worse, more than they already were. John B couldn't afford a good lawyer. Nobody on the island was on his side. So his friends were forced to sit back and watch the torture.
He turned his head slightly to the left and met Inez's eyes, seeing her sitting with her parents. She sent him a sad smile, and Bridger tried to return it, but he just couldn't. He was too full of nerves.
"Johnathan Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statue section fourteen, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty." The judge declared and banged her gavel.
Bridger felt like throwing up. He let go of JJ's hand and covered his face with his hands. The whole court room erupted with chatter, and the group of Pogues felt their heart drop drastically to their stomachs. "This had to be a dream. This had to be a dream." He freaked out and started bouncing his leg.
JJ rose from his seat. "Your honor, he's seventeen!" He yelled.
John B's face contorted into fear as the officers went to get him.
"John B! John B!" Sarah shrieked and tried to run towards him.
One of the officers tried grabbing her to hold her back, and Bridger shot up from the bench. "Hey, hey, don't touch her!" He barked at him and turned her away.
"Sarah!" Said Kiara and she grabbed Sarah's other arm.
"Hey, John B, we're gonna figure it out!"
"This is fucking ridiculous." Bridger snapped with a heavy glare. He ran his hand through his hair and then brought it back down. "C'mon, let's get out of here." He grumbled to the others and headed toward the exit.
