"BROTHER, I LIVED UP ON ALTERNIA TOO. Know on how to be looking after." The You don't need to worry about me gets tucked on away. He doesn't figure the Psiioniic much to be listening to him one way or another.
This isn't his style. He can't wait dependent on people like this. Maybe it worked for some motherfuckers but for him, it wasn't no good an idea. Waiting was a death sentence. Always had been. All he could hope was that Sam wasn't having no inclusion by that for association.
He remembers the nights alone. No matter how injured, no strife took him out. But he could cull then. He can't now. So instead he watches the trees, every part but where the Psiioniics back has disappeared into. He watches for threat and he watches for any means to make a trap he can, ignoring the ghost of his missing leg.
Sam's still here. At least the company's nice. Even if he can bring himself to even look on over.
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This isn't his style. He can't wait dependent on people like this. Maybe it worked for some motherfuckers but for him, it wasn't no good an idea. Waiting was a death sentence. Always had been. All he could hope was that Sam wasn't having no inclusion by that for association.
He remembers the nights alone. No matter how injured, no strife took him out. But he could cull then. He can't now. So instead he watches the trees, every part but where the Psiioniics back has disappeared into. He watches for threat and he watches for any means to make a trap he can, ignoring the ghost of his missing leg.
Sam's still here. At least the company's nice. Even if he can bring himself to even look on over.