[ His voice is soft. A little distant. Leah might be a ghost now. Carver can't see her in the corners but that doesn't mean anything except as a promise that he is, indeed, losing his mind. Harold's still talking, the sound of it fading in and out, and it's hard to focus. The whole world feels like it's under water.
In that way, it's not unlike drowning.
Carver feels his fingers twitch. Focus, son, the commander whispers. You have a job to do.
There's always a job to do. That much he clings to. ]
Dutch, [ Carver repeats softly. It's not one of the languages he speaks and their own dogs were all trained on German instead. But the duty stands. And Harold's still staring at him like a grenade with a pin already popped. Probably wondering how far the fallout is going to spread.
It's strange that he hasn't bolted, though. Or ordered Carver to quit his foolishness. ]
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[ His voice is soft. A little distant. Leah might be a ghost now. Carver can't see her in the corners but that doesn't mean anything except as a promise that he is, indeed, losing his mind. Harold's still talking, the sound of it fading in and out, and it's hard to focus. The whole world feels like it's under water.
In that way, it's not unlike drowning.
Carver feels his fingers twitch. Focus, son, the commander whispers. You have a job to do.
There's always a job to do. That much he clings to. ]
Dutch, [ Carver repeats softly. It's not one of the languages he speaks and their own dogs were all trained on German instead. But the duty stands. And Harold's still staring at him like a grenade with a pin already popped. Probably wondering how far the fallout is going to spread.
It's strange that he hasn't bolted, though. Or ordered Carver to quit his foolishness. ]
Yes. I'm ready.