[ Kaspar's smile only wavers briefly, a glimpse of grief. Of dark tunnels soaked with blood, of the look on the faces of those he's cared about.
He takes a moment. If van Zieks is patient enough in the silent turmoil that dredging up memories washes over him beneath his calm exterior, he will be rewarded with a cracking. A deep breath does nothing to keep the thickness from his throat. But he wants to be honest. ]
My soul, freedoms. My life, if it came to it. Perhaps, I should, tell you, I have seen war. [ Kaspar shakes his head, expression cloudy when he corrects himself. It's the shakiest his voice has ever been, but there are no tears: ] extermination.
I...
[ He's run out of words, and has no tea to distract him. So he stands to try and slowly pick up the dishes. ]
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He takes a moment. If van Zieks is patient enough in the silent turmoil that dredging up memories washes over him beneath his calm exterior, he will be rewarded with a cracking. A deep breath does nothing to keep the thickness from his throat. But he wants to be honest. ]
My soul, freedoms. My life, if it came to it. Perhaps, I should, tell you, I have seen war. [ Kaspar shakes his head, expression cloudy when he corrects himself. It's the shakiest his voice has ever been, but there are no tears: ] extermination.
I...
[ He's run out of words, and has no tea to distract him. So he stands to try and slowly pick up the dishes. ]