[ You could spontaneously freeze and shatter a flower in liquid nitrogen with the icy look that crosses his face at Wyrden's answer. A world of eternal war. He rubs his chin, and makes a derisive noise. ]
Sorry to hear that. Maybe one day it'll be over.
[ But he's not holding his breath. The world's cruel. ]
I'm from World War Two, don't suppose that means anything to you?
[ Because if that's his future, he's very glad he's dead. ]
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Sorry to hear that. Maybe one day it'll be over.
[ But he's not holding his breath. The world's cruel. ]
I'm from World War Two, don't suppose that means anything to you?
[ Because if that's his future, he's very glad he's dead. ]