Every person he's hurt is heavy on his conscience, blood that will never wash out. But somehow the ones he hurts now, driven by fear or panic, are worse than the ones done as the Soldier. There he has some defence against culpability, even if it's a flimsy one, but when he does it here then it's all on his shoulders.
He nods and settles down into a corner of the room, and his dog immediately comes to lay her head on his lap.]
Thanks.
[It's not something he says often or easily.]
Be safe, don't take unnecessary risks.
[Now go, before he gets even more weirdly sentimental.]
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Every person he's hurt is heavy on his conscience, blood that will never wash out. But somehow the ones he hurts now, driven by fear or panic, are worse than the ones done as the Soldier. There he has some defence against culpability, even if it's a flimsy one, but when he does it here then it's all on his shoulders.
He nods and settles down into a corner of the room, and his dog immediately comes to lay her head on his lap.]
Thanks.
[It's not something he says often or easily.]
Be safe, don't take unnecessary risks.
[Now go, before he gets even more weirdly sentimental.]