( she's got that modern air about her. well beyond the dames of his own age — he's learned to spot it. he shakes his head a touch, one corner of his mouth quirked into somethin' like a rueful smile.
it's near five hundred years here after his last day of reckonin'. his war is a footnote in history. the fellas he fought beside ain't been spared a mention. no one mourns for angel or ginny or mal now, an' he's tryin' to make his peace with that. but bein' a man outta time ain't the easiest feat he's ever done, neither. )
Reckon not. Ain't much for fightin'.
( he ain't wearin' his medic's band, but though he's all lean muscle an' a build well-used to work, he surely don't carry himself like a man what knows how to throw a punch. there's an ease an' a confidence to him, but it's born of other things. )
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it's near five hundred years here after his last day of reckonin'. his war is a footnote in history. the fellas he fought beside ain't been spared a mention. no one mourns for angel or ginny or mal now, an' he's tryin' to make his peace with that. but bein' a man outta time ain't the easiest feat he's ever done, neither. )
Reckon not. Ain't much for fightin'.
( he ain't wearin' his medic's band, but though he's all lean muscle an' a build well-used to work, he surely don't carry himself like a man what knows how to throw a punch. there's an ease an' a confidence to him, but it's born of other things. )