[ It's a bleak outlook. But equally as much, it's one he recognizes. One he felt, those years he spent wandering Europe more bird than man.
They hit the street, which looks war-torn enough to be familiar. Twisted scrap metal that used to be vehicles, cracks in concrete from mortar rounds or whatever the equivalent is on this world. They don't walk abreast of one-another, Carver lingering behind him. But their steps are nearly soundless, walking quietly in sync.
The rifle rests comfortably in the crook of his arm, ready to sling up at a moment's notice. ]
Simple, huh?
[ That's one way of looking at it. Simple's relative. He's not sure yet if he misses the desk job or not — but there's sure something primal about living a kill-or-be-killed lifestyle. It crowds out room for everything else. It strips you down to nothing. It's uncomfortably familiar, heavy like the wedding ring hung around his neck.
Simple. It implies that what followed wasn't. ]
What'd you do after?
[ Carver strikes him as being like Anderson — very till death do us part. But he could be speaking literally — that Afghanistan itself was simple, and any deployments that followed were less so. He'd started feeling conflicted about Iraq long before the ambush. ]
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They hit the street, which looks war-torn enough to be familiar. Twisted scrap metal that used to be vehicles, cracks in concrete from mortar rounds or whatever the equivalent is on this world. They don't walk abreast of one-another, Carver lingering behind him. But their steps are nearly soundless, walking quietly in sync.
The rifle rests comfortably in the crook of his arm, ready to sling up at a moment's notice. ]
Simple, huh?
[ That's one way of looking at it. Simple's relative. He's not sure yet if he misses the desk job or not — but there's sure something primal about living a kill-or-be-killed lifestyle. It crowds out room for everything else. It strips you down to nothing. It's uncomfortably familiar, heavy like the wedding ring hung around his neck.
Simple. It implies that what followed wasn't. ]
What'd you do after?
[ Carver strikes him as being like Anderson — very till death do us part. But he could be speaking literally — that Afghanistan itself was simple, and any deployments that followed were less so. He'd started feeling conflicted about Iraq long before the ambush. ]