Oh, [ Carver says, because what else can you do in a moment like this? Most people endure their jobs, he knows. They survive. They find space in the corners, the quiet moments. He hadn’t loved being a soldier but he’d loved his family, the brothers and sisters he met even in the worst places, and so he was a good soldier because that meant he could keep them safe. The rest was just noise.
He watches the whiskey swirl in the glass. And then he wonders what it’d be like to get absolutely goddamn tanked so he doesn’t have to think about this anymore. If that sin would be more or less than what’s already bouncing around his skull. Pope would have sensed the weakness in him. Would have burned it out of him one way or another.
You have to, right? You have to. ]
I love my sister. [ He nods, resolute. And he refuses to believe Leah Shaw is dead. ] So I love my job.
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He watches the whiskey swirl in the glass. And then he wonders what it’d be like to get absolutely goddamn tanked so he doesn’t have to think about this anymore. If that sin would be more or less than what’s already bouncing around his skull. Pope would have sensed the weakness in him. Would have burned it out of him one way or another.
You have to, right? You have to. ]
I love my sister. [ He nods, resolute. And he refuses to believe Leah Shaw is dead. ] So I love my job.