[ Of all the things anyone could say to him now - in a city apparently built around forcing people to screw under extremely dubious circumstances- that throws Carver more than it has any right to. He never had much use for society as it was, but his people had lives and creature comforts and those things are just gone now. Their numbers dwindle year by year, each one harder than the last, and the thought of place that had its shit together well enough not to fall in the face of the dead is -
Hateful, he thinks. Fucking hateful. His jaw works with a sudden fury.
Matthew would’ve made it, in a world like that. His brothers and sisters wouldn’t be lying in abandoned graves. ]
That’s fun for you.
[ His voice has a frosty edge. He tugs his plate closer, ready to defend it even as his appetite dies in its tracks. ]
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Hateful, he thinks. Fucking hateful. His jaw works with a sudden fury.
Matthew would’ve made it, in a world like that. His brothers and sisters wouldn’t be lying in abandoned graves. ]
That’s fun for you.
[ His voice has a frosty edge. He tugs his plate closer, ready to defend it even as his appetite dies in its tracks. ]
How? Military get its shit together or what?