[ Somehow, he's not expecting an immediate answer, let alone a detailed one. Carver gives John a narrow look, assessing. It could be a lie. Could be a story that John prepared ahead of time and memorized. Something to spark sympathy, a connection between them.
Or maybe it's just a bad turn that happened. He supposes it doesn't matter.
Carver tilts his head, watching John silently for a long moment. The sting between them doesn't break. ]
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Or maybe it's just a bad turn that happened. He supposes it doesn't matter.
Carver tilts his head, watching John silently for a long moment. The sting between them doesn't break. ]
She was a civilian?