"Firefight," Jo replies, but there was the faint tug at the edge of one side of her mouth. Like that was clarification beyond 'fight.' "And something else. I think."
Because it was harder to think than it should have been. Not impossible. But like there was a weight on her head.
She's watching him, and the pile he's making, with a wrinkle in her brow. Archaic and simplistic pieces for the knowledge and skils she had now. They'd both had, except he kept saying he wasn't, hadn't didn't. But he moves exactly like he should. His face. His voice. Gruff manner. All of those are so on key it's like standing with a ghost of who he should be.
"Bastards decided it was the perfect time to target the families probably. It's not the first time."
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"Firefight," Jo replies, but there was the faint tug at the edge of one side of her mouth.
Like that was clarification beyond 'fight.' "And something else. I think."
Because it was harder to think than it should have been.
Not impossible. But like there was a weight on her head.
She's watching him, and the pile he's making, with a wrinkle in her brow. Archaic and simplistic pieces for the knowledge and skils she had now. They'd both had, except he kept saying he wasn't, hadn't didn't. But he moves exactly like he should. His face. His voice. Gruff manner. All of those are so on key it's like standing with a ghost of who he should be.
"Bastards decided it was the perfect time to target the families probably. It's not the first time."