[ Interesting. A dangerous thing to be in this place, among these people. Sharkface watches her for a long moment, silent and very still. His hand throbs in time with his pulse, a distant sort of pain. It would be smarter to leave, retreat to the place he's been crashing and just avoid other people for a while. Recharge. Sleep. Remember how to pretend again or forever be a threat to anyone who bothers looking. He needs his armor back and if Vandii can find something comparable, then he needs her.
Too late to smile and make it fun. It was nice while it lasted, but then it went too far. Now she knows. ]
I'm tired.
[ It's said abruptly. Sharkface twitches, and presses the heel of his hand over his bad eye. It itches, sometimes. He ought to take the prosthetic out. ]
And I don't do war stories.
[ Lie. Sometimes he can't stop telling them. But he's tired now, and all he wants to do is lie down somewhere and let his brain go empty. ]
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Too late to smile and make it fun. It was nice while it lasted, but then it went too far. Now she knows. ]
I'm tired.
[ It's said abruptly. Sharkface twitches, and presses the heel of his hand over his bad eye. It itches, sometimes. He ought to take the prosthetic out. ]
And I don't do war stories.
[ Lie. Sometimes he can't stop telling them. But he's tired now, and all he wants to do is lie down somewhere and let his brain go empty. ]