Date: 2020-01-18 04:51 am (UTC)
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[ For a moment, he's fairly certain that's a dismissal. Only instead of getting chewed out, Godric's just turning away. Going back inside, like that's it. And maybe Godric has seen things like the Covenant, or even worse then them. Two thousand years is long time to sit with life, and all the ways people find to kill each other. Maybe the idea of planet killers isn't even a strange one.

Sharkface thins his mouth. The question is telling in a way he doesn't like. The phrasing. Offering yourself. ]


People like you have a way of getting power.

[ He stands perfectly straight, eyes ahead. Standing at attention. Remembering a drill instructor who shot him in the chest once. Point blank into his armor. Bullet didn't kill him but it hurt like nothing else. He'd been a teenager then. Hadn't known what it was to really hurt. But that had been the lesson. That he could survive it. That he could take the blow and stand right back up.

Get the mission done. That's the only thing that matters. ]


I need to get back home. You get power, you'd be the first to know how that works.
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