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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[devoutish]

I'm glad to hear you say that. Been worrying about you.

[bywolves]

[ He's quiet for a while. ]

Tired. But I have to make it back for her.

[devoutish]

I wish I could meet her. Your kid.

[bywolves]

Yeah. Wish you could too. She'd like you.

I hope you don't get the chance to. [ Because that'd mean she was here, or that Alfie wasn't able to go home. ]

[devoutish]

I could visit.

[Since they're talking about things that he's pretty sure will never come to pass, why not?]

[bywolves]

You could. [ He maybe smiles just a little. ] You'd get a kick out of seeing the elves follow me around.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Your Majesty.

[bywolves]

[ Royce just lazily reaches over and whacks Alfie on the chest. Gently. ]

[devoutish]

I'd make a good royal bodyguard. It was what I did when I was young, for the gang.

[bywolves]

Rather be your bodyguard, I think.

[devoutish]

What if I had a gun? Or-- what've you got on your world, swords? No, I can't fight with a sword.

[bywolves]

If you had a gun, you'd be far more effective than any of the guards I have. But yes, swords and knives. Crossbows.

[devoutish]

With swords, don't you just--

[ He awkwardly slashes his arm in the air, in what would be terrible form if he were actually holding a sword. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts. ]

With guns, do you just pull the trigger, or is there more to it?

[devoutish]

Yeah. Aiming.

[bywolves]

[ Royce gestures vaguely. ] Aiming. How to not get hit by other people. Footwork. Harder than it sounds.

[devoutish]

Swordfighting sounds fucking hard enough already.

[bywolves]

It is. It has to be taught. Same with daggers.

[devoutish]

You can teach me, then.

[bywolves]

I will. [ Royce glances over at him. ] If you want. I'll teach you here.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Teach me. I can-- I know stabbing; I killed a man with a large nail once. But I haven't got any technique.

[bywolves]

A large nail. [ He sounds amused. ] Yeah. Okay. When my arm is better. When I'm less - this.

[ He gestures loosely at himself. Sleep deprived and still vaguely drunk, he means. ]

[devoutish]

A large nail and a board. Yeah. If my sergeant had found out I would've been fucked.

[bywolves]

Was he going to kill you? The man.

[devoutish]

No, it wasn't self-defense.