"Oh, I...it doesny matter." He rubs his nose on the back of his hand, and hunches his cloak around his shoulders a little tighter. "There's just people there that will read into what you say and then go on as if they know all about you." (and it's novel and secretly flattering to have someone listen to what he says and imagine his interior life but ugh no stop that moriarty) "It makes me miss just...going out on the hunt or to play football, and just being and doing without someone to tell you why you're being and doing. Is it...it's been like that on the raids I've gone on. Is it like that in war?"
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Date: 2016-10-25 05:04 pm (UTC)