[ In a different moment, Carver would have agreed without hesitation. Maybe he even would have named some of them, the ones who proved their strength and their bravery, their dedication to God and their family both. Many of them died anyway. He thinks all of them are gone now except maybe Leah, returned to God where they can finally rest. But the sound of Bossie screaming and burning, Pope's boot on his neck, snaps unbidden into Carver's mind.
For a moment, he swears he can smell the acid stink of it. Fire and armor and meat. Coward, Pope called him. Traitor, though not in so many words. And little brother died screaming and in pain.
Carver twitches and downs the rest of the glass. ]
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For a moment, he swears he can smell the acid stink of it. Fire and armor and meat. Coward, Pope called him. Traitor, though not in so many words. And little brother died screaming and in pain.
Carver twitches and downs the rest of the glass. ]
We did what we had to.