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Date: 2025-10-05 08:19 am (UTC)Am I sure? Yeah, I'm sure.
( the flicker of low lighting beckons him inside. he passes through the front area, fighting a latent urge to grab up his knife again and get to work. he ignores flashes of his time as a butcher and his time with hawk as he joins the former soldier.
he's had some to drink with Parisa, but he's not sloshed. a layer of buzz carries him down to the other side of the cot as he answers.
He will take the bottle of whiskey, though, and speak before he takes a precious sip. )
Don't know what there is to talk about. Nobody knew we were friends. He woke up in my tent, but that was all. Been buried in blood and meat for a month, so we didn't have a chance to make each other friendship bracelets. If they're trying to get at me, they're doing a damn good job.
( He outstretches his other arm, flexing his hand. Wanting something in it. He wants to take something apart.
He resists the urge. )
You lose anyone up there?