[ There are always a few decent motherfuckers hiding in the crowd. Family. People worth dying for. Sharkface found his family and he had them for a few good years. Enough to make him what he is. He doesn't wonder what might have been different if they'd lived because there's no point, but he misses them every day. Every time he takes a breath he knows Chica and the captain aren't by his side and the pain rattles him, sharp and cutting, just like the first time.
It keeps him strong. Keeps him focused. And thus he treasures that pain like a good friend. ]
There was a war. Then there wasn't. Lot of them turned mercenary just like we did.
[ Hard to pack everything away when you've been fighting your whole life. Sharkface knows he's not the only one who grew up in the war, on either side. ]
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[ There are always a few decent motherfuckers hiding in the crowd. Family. People worth dying for. Sharkface found his family and he had them for a few good years. Enough to make him what he is. He doesn't wonder what might have been different if they'd lived because there's no point, but he misses them every day. Every time he takes a breath he knows Chica and the captain aren't by his side and the pain rattles him, sharp and cutting, just like the first time.
It keeps him strong. Keeps him focused. And thus he treasures that pain like a good friend. ]
There was a war. Then there wasn't. Lot of them turned mercenary just like we did.
[ Hard to pack everything away when you've been fighting your whole life. Sharkface knows he's not the only one who grew up in the war, on either side. ]