( Is there a point where their lives can have less of that? He doesn't enjoy it. Never has, can't say he ever will, because the one time he did was so deeply steeped in his own trauma and conceptualisation of revenge, he can't relate to that moment, doesn't want to linger in that pain, anymore.
Fingers twitch around nothing, hands empty. He should be used to that sensation. When did he lose those calluses? )
Minimise. Protect. Survive.
( Order of importance, this scant not quite farewell. )
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Not tonight.
The matter of bloodshed upon us.
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Fingers twitch around nothing, hands empty. He should be used to that sensation. When did he lose those calluses? )
Minimise. Protect. Survive.
( Order of importance, this scant not quite farewell. )
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( Ah, he is too raw, then. Too worn-in, for how this stings. )
Have no concern. Mere delay.
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( Bed. Rest. )
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