[ Several things become apparent in rapid succession. First: this man is useful in a way that’s going to matter out in the field, an edge the enemy will not see coming or know to counter. Second: this man is anxious in a way that ripples through the air, a wound that part of Carver wants to pry open with a blade and see what he can make of it.
But then, he was told not to lay hands. ]
I don’t have time for that shit.
[ Giving people crap. Making this an thing when they all have to work together. And it doesn’t get him anything just yet. But he’ll remember—just in case. Oh, he’ll remember. ]
Voice
But then, he was told not to lay hands. ]
I don’t have time for that shit.
[ Giving people crap. Making this an thing when they all have to work together. And it doesn’t get him anything just yet. But he’ll remember—just in case. Oh, he’ll remember. ]
You a thief?