[ So she was a victorious gladiator. Mistaking a statement of fact for pride probably isn’t far off the mark, anyway.
He doesn’t immediately answer her question. To be fair, many of those from other universes already seem to have some idea. ]
A cog in a totalitarian machine. [ A splinter flicks past the back of his tattered ear, and he pulls patience in from the dark before he angles back at the hip to look at her. ] They built camps to exterminate us. [ Matter-of-fact. ] I only have one eye left. [ There’s no break in tone for this friendly reminder, everything on the same sandstone level of delivery, feeling drawn back from the surface.
His teeth stay parted, aggravation subdued by scruffy whiskers and the dark. Could you not. ]
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He doesn’t immediately answer her question. To be fair, many of those from other universes already seem to have some idea. ]
A cog in a totalitarian machine. [ A splinter flicks past the back of his tattered ear, and he pulls patience in from the dark before he angles back at the hip to look at her. ] They built camps to exterminate us. [ Matter-of-fact. ] I only have one eye left. [ There’s no break in tone for this friendly reminder, everything on the same sandstone level of delivery, feeling drawn back from the surface.
His teeth stay parted, aggravation subdued by scruffy whiskers and the dark. Could you not. ]