"Careful mate. Talking on my home," Lazar yanks a thumb back, somewhere North. "It's a fucking shithole, and best get it right."
Bread's gone. Breakfast's always gone too soon, and isn't Jayce only proof. Lazar dusts his fingers on a sleeve, comes away with – more dust. The dull stain of dead land. He trains an eye for Jayce, sidelong; gives it a minute before unscrewing his own canteen. Better not to waste water on someone’s only gonna spit it back up.
Better not to waste it at all. Only, he likes Viktor. Likes anyone just now who isn't from here. Lazar steps around the ugly little puddle. Passes the water out.
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"Careful mate. Talking on my home," Lazar yanks a thumb back, somewhere North. "It's a fucking shithole, and best get it right."
Bread's gone. Breakfast's always gone too soon, and isn't Jayce only proof. Lazar dusts his fingers on a sleeve, comes away with – more dust. The dull stain of dead land. He trains an eye for Jayce, sidelong; gives it a minute before unscrewing his own canteen. Better not to waste water on someone’s only gonna spit it back up.
Better not to waste it at all. Only, he likes Viktor. Likes anyone just now who isn't from here. Lazar steps around the ugly little puddle. Passes the water out.
"Take it spawn don't wander the Fade."
Old gods, magisters, sure. Whatever. He's trying.