[ Things just slot into place. It doesn't occur to Carver that Hal isn't from home, that he didn't walk the same Valley or face the same dead. The logic doesn't track, not against someone who strikes so very familiar. He just rolls his shoulders, checking the corners. Everything is so very clean here. It offends him. It sends tension coiling up around his spine, wondering at the effort that takes. This place hasn't been broken into dust and rot and shattered glass - or if it has, someone cleaned it up good as new.
That takes effort. That takes time. And there was enough food laid out to feed a large group.
His jaw works. ]
Maybe.
[ But just accepting this as they are was a problem in Meridian, one of his many mistakes. He didn't see the trap massing outside their gates until Pope pointed it out. He cannot do that again. ]
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That takes effort. That takes time. And there was enough food laid out to feed a large group.
His jaw works. ]
Maybe.
[ But just accepting this as they are was a problem in Meridian, one of his many mistakes. He didn't see the trap massing outside their gates until Pope pointed it out. He cannot do that again. ]
Stay alert, Hal. I almost like you.
[ It'd be a shame if he died now. ]