That's right. They all start over. Ain't none of them got to proper ageing since they got here. Mituna had to rebuild muscle over and over on his wasted atrophied body. None of his own scars keep but for the old ones all over.
And prison. He knew what that was. Where they kept motherfuckers for torture until death proper was delivered unto they, sometimes with trial and execution, sometimes just skipping right to the latter. He'd put people behind bars. He'd taken them out again. But no one really left. If they did that just meant the spilling of some other blood, those what let them free. It was more a Legislacerator dealing, except when it became a matter of heresy, a matter of the church.
But this is a matter for neither. His body is poised and ready, even as he glances at her. The grin on his face what's more a baring of teeth, flickers out on her words but then comes back. "CAN LEARN WITHOUT HE. Like a knowing of body, just up and feel. IF IT MATTERS TO HER, GET A PICTURING. Get a want up in you want to grab on through it, the freeing of a motherfucking father," He urges. Then he asks, "YOU EVER SEEN A DAYWALKER, KID?"
And there, from around the corner the walker comes. White, humanoid. Until it's neck splits to show teeth. It makes a noise, and without taking his eyes off the creature, he passes his pickaxe over and says, "Want it?"
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And prison. He knew what that was. Where they kept motherfuckers for torture until death proper was delivered unto they, sometimes with trial and execution, sometimes just skipping right to the latter. He'd put people behind bars. He'd taken them out again. But no one really left. If they did that just meant the spilling of some other blood, those what let them free. It was more a Legislacerator dealing, except when it became a matter of heresy, a matter of the church.
But this is a matter for neither. His body is poised and ready, even as he glances at her. The grin on his face what's more a baring of teeth, flickers out on her words but then comes back. "CAN LEARN WITHOUT HE. Like a knowing of body, just up and feel. IF IT MATTERS TO HER, GET A PICTURING. Get a want up in you want to grab on through it, the freeing of a motherfucking father," He urges. Then he asks, "YOU EVER SEEN A DAYWALKER, KID?"
And there, from around the corner the walker comes. White, humanoid. Until it's neck splits to show teeth. It makes a noise, and without taking his eyes off the creature, he passes his pickaxe over and says, "Want it?"