[ It's a brutal sort of kindness. The kind he hasn't earned. Carver shakes himself hard, fighting the urge to start pacing again. And for a moment, just a moment, he swears he can see Reapers in his corners. They're gone the moment he really looks, but for a second -
Don't lose your shit, son, the commander murmurs. A warning.
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Don't lose your shit, son, the commander murmurs. A warning.
He shivers. ]
Okay.