[ Carver stays quiet on the trip over, watching their corners, running through various contingencies in his mind. He briefly tries to cut the string with one of his knives but knows almost before he does it that the damn thing won't give; he can't even get angry when it doesn't, just sheaths the knife again, more than vaguely disgusted at himself for getting into this mess int he first place. Leah, he feels certain, would've found a way to avoid it.
No helping it now. Stop whining, the commander's voice hisses in his ear, and Carver stiffens. ]
Don't care, [ he replies flatly. It's not helpful to have opinions here; the moment you reveal you want something is the moment the enemy uses it against you. ]
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No helping it now. Stop whining, the commander's voice hisses in his ear, and Carver stiffens. ]
Don't care, [ he replies flatly. It's not helpful to have opinions here; the moment you reveal you want something is the moment the enemy uses it against you. ]