A flower, destroy pests who wanted to feed on it. Protect a building, destroy the plants that could have grown in the soil. Protect a nation, live with the destruction it creates.
He nodded, falling again in that comfortable silense as his gaze settled on the burning wood at the base of his campfire. You could find comfort in the strangest places, it seemed.
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Once she finally felt warmed up enough, and her clothes had dried too, she leaned back a little and watched the fire just as he did. Though, her mind was still occupied with the riddle of his identity. Was he just a deserter, --
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-- perhaps? Whatever it was, she would find out one way or another.
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His gaze wandered around eventually, the realisation of being discovered finally settling in. If she had found him, who else had? Who else would? Falk clearly hadn't picked a secure spot. Already a week here and his supplies were running low. He /had/ to go. Likely as-
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Soon as she left him by his lonesome.
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Malyce then cleared her throat lightly, directed her gaze over to him once more. "What will you do? I mean, you've made yourself a little hideout here, but you can't stay here forever, right? What about those you belonged too?"
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"A friend is caring for me," He said, eyes still very much distracted. "Soon enough I'll go meet up with them." /If/ his advisor's plan even worked, that is.
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"So...after what you've done, you plan to stay here for the rest of your life? In this cave? Hide in shame? That is the least honorable thing a so called 'man' has ever said".
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