[Are Eight's eyes a little wet? Or maybe it's just the sun shining in them.
...No, he's definitely touched.]
You know, I wasn't a very good soldier either.
[He doesn't have that dogfish in him, doesn't have that desire to fight and kill and conquer, and the army never managed to instill it in him either.
He has thought about it, and he just shakes his head and sips his own smoothie to try and push down the lump in his throat.]
Step down? No way. There's nothing easy about helping a friend change their life. Ask...geeze, anyone who knew me when I first got to the surface. [Acht already has a way better grasp of the language, for one.]
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...No, he's definitely touched.]
You know, I wasn't a very good soldier either.
[He doesn't have that dogfish in him, doesn't have that desire to fight and kill and conquer, and the army never managed to instill it in him either.
He has thought about it, and he just shakes his head and sips his own smoothie to try and push down the lump in his throat.]
Step down? No way. There's nothing easy about helping a friend change their life. Ask...geeze, anyone who knew me when I first got to the surface. [Acht already has a way better grasp of the language, for one.]