Swallowing, Kili glances back at Hawkeye at his words. Everything from the Capitol is twisted. Did that include them? Should he expect that he would end up as cynical and jaded as the doctor or was the other man always like this? Or Willow? Why couldn't this just be one big joke? Why couldn't someone pop out from behind the dioramas and laugh at him for making such a big deal out of it so far? Maybe Fili would and laugh like he had in Bag End, pipe in one hand, his golden hair still somehow nearly glowing in the darkness of the Museum. For the first time since he's arrived, Kili feels distinctly homesick, selfishly wishing that his brother could be here with him, to wipe away the fears that rose sharply in his gut.
"Won't do much for spears or swords," he replies as casually as he can, desperately trying to keep a light aire. "Unless you're made of some kind of stone."
Leather wouldn't do much either, in his experience. It helped to make one faster and was quieter, which made it useful to a hunter like him. But from what he'd seen so far at the cornucopia, being faster and quieter wasn't exactly the name of the game here.
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"Won't do much for spears or swords," he replies as casually as he can, desperately trying to keep a light aire. "Unless you're made of some kind of stone."
Leather wouldn't do much either, in his experience. It helped to make one faster and was quieter, which made it useful to a hunter like him. But from what he'd seen so far at the cornucopia, being faster and quieter wasn't exactly the name of the game here.