[ Yea, though I walk through the valley... So goes the song, so goes the truth of it. But they did evil things there, didn't they? Evil, brutal things on evil, brutal orders where the only purity was in the blood that stained the ground. They found truth there; the truth of themselves, and what it meant to survive. Them versus us, the only war that's ever mattered. Us versus theirs. Carver watches the other man close, but doesn't go for his throat. It would be a matter of force and momentum to snap this man's neck, to bash his skull into the wall until he goes quiet, but there's no point in that.
Not just yet. This is the truth: they were marked, and they will never escape the stain. Your soul never gets to go back.
Carver inclines his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement. Calm. A moment of respite, or at least an absence of violence. This is respect. This has been earned, if perhaps nothing else. ]
You injured?
[ He doesn't move like it. But the only other thing Carver can think to ask is the other man's name and that feels almost superfluous. ]
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[ Yea, though I walk through the valley... So goes the song, so goes the truth of it. But they did evil things there, didn't they? Evil, brutal things on evil, brutal orders where the only purity was in the blood that stained the ground. They found truth there; the truth of themselves, and what it meant to survive. Them versus us, the only war that's ever mattered. Us versus theirs. Carver watches the other man close, but doesn't go for his throat. It would be a matter of force and momentum to snap this man's neck, to bash his skull into the wall until he goes quiet, but there's no point in that.
Not just yet. This is the truth: they were marked, and they will never escape the stain. Your soul never gets to go back.
Carver inclines his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement. Calm. A moment of respite, or at least an absence of violence. This is respect. This has been earned, if perhaps nothing else. ]
You injured?
[ He doesn't move like it. But the only other thing Carver can think to ask is the other man's name and that feels almost superfluous. ]