A/N: This fiction is only based on the character portrayals and events in the film, Ned Kelly (2003)
His expression wasn't blatant, but as Hare looked at him, it was plain to see his surprise over his obvious youth. As Ned Kelly lay there, blinking and chewing on his lip; he looked no less like a wanted criminal than a lost and wayward child.
He looked up at Hare.
He couldn't be any more than twenty-five.
The sash was taken from him, just something else before his life was taken too, and was given to Hare.
"Do you mind if I have this?" He asked.
Kelly turned his head and looked at him in such a way, eyes narrowed; trying to figure him out.
Hare thought that perhaps that had been a rather inappropriate question.
Nothing more was said.
Kelly's eyes turned away to the window.
And the train started down the line.
