[ her voice is tight, like she doesn't wonder at all. how nobly he paints himself, how he won't risk his men. when he is the one responsible for every life the fold has claimed, her parents among them.
she wipes a hand across her mouth, glancing away from him. she sniffs something back. ]
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[ her voice is tight, like she doesn't wonder at all. how nobly he paints himself, how he won't risk his men. when he is the one responsible for every life the fold has claimed, her parents among them.
she wipes a hand across her mouth, glancing away from him. she sniffs something back. ]
I don't want to think about home right now.