freightcars: (I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ I ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ)
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ([personal profile] freightcars) wrote in [community profile] abraxasooc 2022-02-03 12:20 am (UTC)

( Good news, buddy. He's not a people person, but markets he can do. Markets are easy. You got one clear goal, the interactions are always the same, and if you learn any weird languages you hear around you wind up getting discounts. He'll be the designated market shopper.

Military-first country on the brink of war.

Hearing it put like that puts a sudden understanding and sense of resignation in his bones. Of course it is. That's always what it is. Just another round of somebody yanking him wherever they want him to get him to fight a war.

Best to just focus on the horses right now.
)

I'm not afraid of them. ( He retorts, distinctly crabby. ) I don't trust them. There's a difference.

( i s t h e r e ? )

They're like giant dogs with hoofs and dead eyes.

( Followed by a narrow-eyed look at the closest horse. )

I've ridden them before. ( A beat, and then... the more honest follow-up: ) Twice, in 1942.

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