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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[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.

[bywolves]

Why, then? [ No judgement, just curious. ]

[devoutish]

It was in the war; he was an Italian solider. The Italians, they were complicated, in the war.

[bywolves]

Mm. Won't ask you to explain if you don't want to.

[devoutish]

He was commenting on the Jewish village near his back home, and telling us exactly what he thought of it. He didn't know I was one.

[bywolves]

[ Ah. ] And you told him exactly what you thought about his thoughts.

Understandable.

[devoutish]

Yeah. I wouldn't have gone that far if he wasn't Italian, but that was the icing on the fucking cake.

[bywolves]

[ Royce stretches back out, with a bit of a yawn. ] I would've helped.

[devoutish]

I know.

[Royce's arm gets another pat.]

I'd go into battle for you. With your-- your elf armies.

[Or whatever he has.]