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                                                          ‘   hah.  that. ‘

humorous thing, this world ; to think he’d be SITTING in talon’s hands, willingly acting for them ( THOUGH FOR HOW LONG, HE COULD NOT TELL  ). this one held some familiarity – but of whom, he could not place. metal fingers shift, flick ash away from lit cigar. a HABIT yet to be kicked – but at least they weren’t cigarettes. 

          OH SWEET LORDS ABOVE, have mercy on the kind. May the unseen faces grant a peaceful life to those such as he, to wave their many hands in simplistic agreement silent agreement. War and heartache plagued this fallen angel, any normal man or woman would quiver in the wake of horrific events, recoiling back with trembling lips and hopeless gazes, but not him. War had tried to burn him, not knowing that he was tempered by fire such as steel and would emerge victorious.

          ❝  For a tough, hard-hitting guy, you’ve got a good heart.  ❞  A TONE OF JEST, stitched together with a ghostly smile and a hearty laugh. Scarred hand made contact with the commander’s shoulder, to pat him in a friendly manner.  ❝  Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.  ❞