[ In truth, Carver can't remember the last time he had one of those outside of his brothers and sisters. Pope began closing ranks even before the world ended. There were fires and warnings, tests that God put on them slowly. Building to the greater wounds. The greater furies. No one else understood the Valley except those he'd served alongside and even then the list of those he trusted grew smaller and smaller. It just made sense to leave those people behind.
Carver swirls his glass, watching the vodka dance inside. Watching John in turn. There's an angle here. There always is. No doubt John's keeping an eye on him. Yo have to know where the threats are.
But it feels good not to be alone, even if only for a little. ]
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Carver swirls his glass, watching the vodka dance inside. Watching John in turn. There's an angle here. There always is. No doubt John's keeping an eye on him. Yo have to know where the threats are.
But it feels good not to be alone, even if only for a little. ]
You wanna spar sometime?