[ Now, that — that rings true. The dread of the undertaking. Solemnity in preparation for the chaos ahead, in acknowledgment of the violence all around. The weight of her eyes on him as she mans her station. Her hand on his back to draw his focus from a panel at his fingertips.
It takes a war to bring them together.
His glass thuds softly on the bartop, his cynical smile cast down to it. What is he thinking? He's tempted to throw it all away. Fold on a winning hand, like that will keep the game from ending. But she wouldn't trust his generosity, and he's not a fool for love. ]
I'm thinking this leaves you no more beholden to me than a commander to her captain. [ He regards her with the blunt bittersweetness of necessary cruelty. ] Without the loyalty.
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It takes a war to bring them together.
His glass thuds softly on the bartop, his cynical smile cast down to it. What is he thinking? He's tempted to throw it all away. Fold on a winning hand, like that will keep the game from ending. But she wouldn't trust his generosity, and he's not a fool for love. ]
I'm thinking this leaves you no more beholden to me than a commander to her captain. [ He regards her with the blunt bittersweetness of necessary cruelty. ] Without the loyalty.