[He chuckles as he takes another sip, shoulders hunched over as he ponders what Dickson just said.]
What, like a soldier? Ah, some find some kind of honor in it, don't they? I wouldn't know. I'm not a fighter. It really depends on where a person comes from, right? Their experiences, their upbringing...
[He sighs, reaching upward to scratch at the back of his neck.]
Not at all, I'm afraid. It's radio silence from here. I suppose it's the same for him too. It's so strange...the feeling of someone else who happens to share your face and voice and name just existing. It doesn't feel real.
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[He chuckles as he takes another sip, shoulders hunched over as he ponders what Dickson just said.]
What, like a soldier? Ah, some find some kind of honor in it, don't they? I wouldn't know. I'm not a fighter. It really depends on where a person comes from, right? Their experiences, their upbringing...
[He sighs, reaching upward to scratch at the back of his neck.]
Not at all, I'm afraid. It's radio silence from here. I suppose it's the same for him too. It's so strange...the feeling of someone else who happens to share your face and voice and name just existing. It doesn't feel real.