His tone remains soft, friendly—but a sobriety enters his expression he’s not fully aware of. It’s just…a true thing, it’s always been a true thing for him.
And it gets more true the more he loses…and he’s lost so fucking much recently that it feels more like fact than promise as he says it.
He tried to be a good man—to be more than a soldier, a weapon—but if he dares to even have a friend he likes as much as he genuinely likes Laios, then a soldier, a weapon, is what he has to be to keep them.
The corner of his mouth pulls up in a small smile, and the moment passes.
“But I also have training as a field medic—if that’s something teachable? Like, I could do it? I’d love to at least try to learn. Could be useful, especially when I start expanding. Fuck splinters, y’know?”
CW: mild depersonalization
His tone remains soft, friendly—but a sobriety enters his expression he’s not fully aware of. It’s just…a true thing, it’s always been a true thing for him.
And it gets more true the more he loses…and he’s lost so fucking much recently that it feels more like fact than promise as he says it.
He tried to be a good man—to be more than a soldier, a weapon—but if he dares to even have a friend he likes as much as he genuinely likes Laios, then a soldier, a weapon, is what he has to be to keep them.
The corner of his mouth pulls up in a small smile, and the moment passes.
“But I also have training as a field medic—if that’s something teachable? Like, I could do it? I’d love to at least try to learn. Could be useful, especially when I start expanding. Fuck splinters, y’know?”