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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[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.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce grins a little, lazy. ]

I know. [ A beat. ] Dunno how long you'd last taking orders from me.

[devoutish]

I'd tell you to fuck off and then I'd grab my sword.

[bywolves]

So business as usual. Less bathrobes and scalpels involved.

[devoutish]

I'd do it in robe and slippers.

[bywolves]

[ That gets Royce to laugh. It's less restrained because he's drunk. ]

[devoutish]

Do you laugh much at home, mate?

[bywolves]

No. Not really. [ He does sometimes, but life hasn't been kind to him... ever, honestly. ] Never thought about it.

[devoutish]

Mm. Yeah, thought not. That's a shame.

[bywolves]

Not a lot of things to laugh at. [ He closes his eyes. ] Not a lot here, either.

[devoutish]

No. But we should try, when we can. It'll drive off the rest of what we're feeling, a bit.

[bywolves]

[ He thinks that's sort of optimistic, even while drunk, but he doesn't argue. Instead, he just sighs. ]

Have to keep going. [ Maybe if he just says it like a mantra he'll make it. ]

[devoutish]

[He said "a bit", Royce!!!!]

Yeah. And you make me laugh. You do, honestly.