It stings that he should need to know this so well. You lose people, in this line of work. Even then, before things got bad — truly bad — you lost people. In isolation, a tragedy. In sum? Numbers, as they've all been reduced to these past years. Numbers upon either side of a war; upon either side of an old pain.
At length, she looks back to him.
"It is a monstrous Age we live in," Aptly-named, for it. "But Ages end. Years turn. However we might bid them otherwise,"
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It stings that he should need to know this so well. You lose people, in this line of work. Even then, before things got bad — truly bad — you lost people. In isolation, a tragedy. In sum? Numbers, as they've all been reduced to these past years. Numbers upon either side of a war; upon either side of an old pain.
At length, she looks back to him.
"It is a monstrous Age we live in," Aptly-named, for it. "But Ages end. Years turn. However we might bid them otherwise,"
A beat. Lower, now,
"You needn't call me Ser."