[ Stairs are a bad business. Easy to get pushed down and he dislikes how sound echoes in this room, all the open corners. Carver feels his fingers twitch and stills them, taking a careful watch as they move. If you let something sneak up in the dark, you deserve what's done to you.
The world is simple like that. Praise God.
Carver hums again. He doesn't really want to think of Korengal right now, those cold nights and the way blood sank black into the dirt. The ambushes and the time he got blown up, shrapnel biting through his armor and nearly shredding his hip. He carries the scars now but he survived, which was his privilege. God loves you, son, the commander whispers.
Or God did love him. Hard to be sure about the here and now. ]
Everything was simple there.
[ He supposes he misses that, though the lesson was echoed out afterward. Is still being echoed. ]
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The world is simple like that. Praise God.
Carver hums again. He doesn't really want to think of Korengal right now, those cold nights and the way blood sank black into the dirt. The ambushes and the time he got blown up, shrapnel biting through his armor and nearly shredding his hip. He carries the scars now but he survived, which was his privilege. God loves you, son, the commander whispers.
Or God did love him. Hard to be sure about the here and now. ]
Everything was simple there.
[ He supposes he misses that, though the lesson was echoed out afterward. Is still being echoed. ]
Kinda like now. You fight or you die.