[ That makes sense, Carver supposes. Giving everyone a breather before tossing them into the shit again. Maybe that would comfort a civilian. Maybe it'd comfort someone who's not wound so goddamn tight.
It feels like a wound to him. Nothing he wants to keep.
He exhales. ]
I try not to think about the kids. They shouldn't be here.
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It feels like a wound to him. Nothing he wants to keep.
He exhales. ]
I try not to think about the kids. They shouldn't be here.