( ghosts aplenty america and europe over that've done killin' before they were even the age of majority. he met one little french girl who died at twelve if she was a day who was hell'n'gone proud of slittin' an s.s officer's throat.
you learn to read danger in the air. the tone. the pitch an' yaw of an unsettled soul. this fella an' his veiled what-if leaves him cold. )
Well, I'm the one what's made contact, so. May as well keep on that.
( there ain't much hesitation to him, he just drops his hand down against the holster of his colt, thumbs off the leather strap an' clears it, then holds it out butt-first for wade to take. he ain't had much cause to use it, but he's kept it in fine workin' order just the same. )
Any violence I can't de-escalate by my lonesome, reckon a warning shot couldn't harm none.
( he don't like the idea of causing harm, but if it comes right down to it he'd sooner kill someone else than die. there's folks here what'll be depending on them to do their jobs, an' he won't jeopardize that on account'a someone else havin' a fit. he doesn't want to put it to wade to defend him, neither, which is why he shifts his trench knife in his webbing so it's more easily to hand.
he don't like thinkin' ill of anyone, much less someone comin' for treatment. but it's a cold reality of war an' he ain't one for livin' in fairytales. sometimes folks are violent. an' that violence can result in death. he ain't about to take any chances here, not with wade's life or his own. )
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you learn to read danger in the air. the tone. the pitch an' yaw of an unsettled soul. this fella an' his veiled what-if leaves him cold. )
Well, I'm the one what's made contact, so. May as well keep on that.
( there ain't much hesitation to him, he just drops his hand down against the holster of his colt, thumbs off the leather strap an' clears it, then holds it out butt-first for wade to take. he ain't had much cause to use it, but he's kept it in fine workin' order just the same. )
Any violence I can't de-escalate by my lonesome, reckon a warning shot couldn't harm none.
( he don't like the idea of causing harm, but if it comes right down to it he'd sooner kill someone else than die. there's folks here what'll be depending on them to do their jobs, an' he won't jeopardize that on account'a someone else havin' a fit. he doesn't want to put it to wade to defend him, neither, which is why he shifts his trench knife in his webbing so it's more easily to hand.
he don't like thinkin' ill of anyone, much less someone comin' for treatment. but it's a cold reality of war an' he ain't one for livin' in fairytales. sometimes folks are violent. an' that violence can result in death. he ain't about to take any chances here, not with wade's life or his own. )