[ Carver hums, lifting his glass in grim salute. In the end, he knew that John would understand the shape of it. Maybe only another soldier could.
He drinks long, and deep. He lets it settle in him, knowing he's going to be well and truly lost by the time this is done. Maybe he'll be able to sleep for a few hours. That'd be nice. But he watches John, solemn. ]
If the commander marks you, [ he offers, very softly, ] I'll kill you quickly.
[ This is, perhaps, the only kindness he's still allowed to give. ]
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He drinks long, and deep. He lets it settle in him, knowing he's going to be well and truly lost by the time this is done. Maybe he'll be able to sleep for a few hours. That'd be nice. But he watches John, solemn. ]
If the commander marks you, [ he offers, very softly, ] I'll kill you quickly.
[ This is, perhaps, the only kindness he's still allowed to give. ]