Takes me back, this does. Up in the mountains with the irregulars, ambushed and broken ground: quick strike and away. My hands remember how to slit a throat.
"--'til I actually spoke to another. What was it?"
Voice's familiar. Can't place it. Shame someone else's there. Maybe we can wait for her to leave. If not - remember a phrase. Collateral damage. That soldier they hanged, the man-eater, he'd've understood. Makes me shake my head for a moment, sudden sense of wrongness. Push it away. Needs doing, this.
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Date: 2012-10-06 02:50 am (UTC)"--'til I actually spoke to another. What was it?"
Voice's familiar. Can't place it. Shame someone else's there. Maybe we can wait for her to leave. If not - remember a phrase. Collateral damage. That soldier they hanged, the man-eater, he'd've understood. Makes me shake my head for a moment, sudden sense of wrongness. Push it away. Needs doing, this.
Wave Catherine up, round. Quiet, quiet. Forward.