Date: 2015-06-25 10:29 pm (UTC)
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He sighs a little and nods reluctantly.

I'm not sure there's any more to fear from us really than there are from them, he writes. Humans can do enough to each other on their own, and having the ability to prevent it doesn't make it stop. He lifts his father's dogtags. He respects soldiers, and even the necessity of fighting, sometimes. He doesn't love war. But maybe that's why they're scared.

He takes a long breath. I can't forgive what's been done. To me, to others. He tends to doodle as he writes and others is illustrated with a fire drawn around it. But I can understand it.

Auryn smirks at shit goes badly. No kidding. He gestures in a mine! way, hands clenched and pulled toward himself. He wonders what he's saying in sign language, if anything. But it's her next admission that makes him actually smile, and he mimics the hungry sign, nodding. He hasn't eaten today. Being arrested kind of messed up dinner.

You want something? I owe you. He draws an arrow from owe to where his coffee cup sits. Auryn counts his debts carefully, but trading food is one of the easiest to deal with. Their pastries are good.

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