[At first he says nothing. Doesn't balk, doesn't flinch or ask 'how could you' - he isn't broken hearted; he never assumed they were anything more than allies at best, and at its worst—
It's a return to form.
The General performed only as he could be expected to. In the wake of a series of disasters it comes as a single, solitary pinprick over raw skin. He weathers it. Feels so little his heart beats slow and calloused within his chest.]
So you did.
[Artificial memories cling like a film to the edges of his vision. His voice is low, distant as though the topic at hand has pressed him farther away somehow.]
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Date: 2016-05-16 10:10 pm (UTC)It's a return to form.
The General performed only as he could be expected to. In the wake of a series of disasters it comes as a single, solitary pinprick over raw skin. He weathers it. Feels so little his heart beats slow and calloused within his chest.]
So you did.
[Artificial memories cling like a film to the edges of his vision. His voice is low, distant as though the topic at hand has pressed him farther away somehow.]
I suppose I should be grateful.