what's it like?

"Maybe, if we're lucky, they'll just all start dropping dead."

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"But necessary. We cannot afford any slight mistakes at this point. Not after the last one. What’s the situation like?"

"It's pretty quiet, surprisingly. There were a few small ones here and there, but I was alone and.. too scared to mess with them."

            sᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ,’ᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪs ωᴏɴ”

"Why do you think that’s so? Maybe they’re tired of us— haha."

"I wish. Maybe something else has them distracted."

She blinked a few times, straightening her posture. "Oh-- right, sorry. I'm Mattie." At least, that's what she'd rather be addressed as than Matilda.

"Provided you get there in time, that is. Who do you usually report to?"

"It's whoever's there, really.. The patrols are always different, it's tedious, really--"

[ *chokes on air and runs for the hills* AH HAVE BEEN SPOTTED! ]

"The fuck? That’s pretty far off isn’t it? Come on then, you best be returning."

"Oh-- yes, I know, Sir, it's just-- It's not a bad thing. Extra exercise, yeah..?"

"That’s…regrettable. Where are you headed?"

"Ah, I was-- just heading to my checkpoint so I could take my break, Sir. I'm sure all I have to do is backtrack."

"It’s fine, I’m not mad. Anyways, what brings you here of all places?"

"... T-to be honest, I zoned out and walked too far and now I'm lost."

"You’re worried about…It’s a joke, you can relax."

"-- Really? Oh, uh... I'm-- sorry, Sir--"

"I don’t have much tolerance for tittering, soldier. If you’ve got shit to say, then straighten up and say it."

"I was only wondering when and how you killed so many people, Sir--"

"You sure? Because you seem to have something to say."

"No, Sir, I'm-- I'm all right. Nothing to say, Sir."

"Then maybe you could nap here? I know what that's like," she offered. Girls could talk for hours about seemingly nothing, so she's sure boys could, too.