"Carried by your brother?" Willingly? No, he can't imagine that. Miller is sure he wouldn't have tolerated that in any student, not after watching his men die like they did. Not with his hard resentment of plague as a weapon. He can logically guess that whatever these men were doing, they needed to be stopped at all costs.
He'd get back to that, though. Or ask David himself. "Alright, well," he'd sounded so exhausted, so tired for so long, that Liquid's boisterous tone and near prissy manner of speech was a little harder to achieve. Ten years ago, he would have been all over the attempt. "My brother had-," he cleared his throat, thumped his chest. No, no here he would try again. "My brother had fifty huskies and probably tried to walk them all at once and called it dog sledding."
It was a little closer. Not enough to pass as Liquid. But enough to show an attempt and claw at what was left of his humor. (Despite everything else about the conversation making every hair he had stand on end.)
"See? I'm no good at it."
Distract him from the disease. From the death. From the loss brought on from a naked mind left alone. Keep him there.
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He'd get back to that, though. Or ask David himself. "Alright, well," he'd sounded so exhausted, so tired for so long, that Liquid's boisterous tone and near prissy manner of speech was a little harder to achieve. Ten years ago, he would have been all over the attempt. "My brother had-," he cleared his throat, thumped his chest. No, no here he would try again. "My brother had fifty huskies and probably tried to walk them all at once and called it dog sledding."
It was a little closer. Not enough to pass as Liquid. But enough to show an attempt and claw at what was left of his humor. (Despite everything else about the conversation making every hair he had stand on end.)
"See? I'm no good at it."
Distract him from the disease. From the death. From the loss brought on from a naked mind left alone. Keep him there.