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[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

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[expression falling a bit, he carefully reaches out with his other arm, putting that hand on his opposite shoulder, too. It's a little tricky to keep all the feathers away from him, but they're normal enough right now]

Let me tell you a story, too. Over a year ago, two of the Gung-Ho Guns attacked the last remaining, whole SEEDS ship on the planet. I was busy with one while my Wolfwood fought the other. He... killed most of the people operating it, but if he hadn't... hundreds of people could've died if that assassin had gotten past him. I can't say that I'm happy to know it took a few deaths to save my friends.

[quietly] Sometimes you just run out of choices.

[looks at him, reaching out to touch the feathers, still amazed by them and not really caring if he did get cut]

Mine was a machine. [closes his eyes] But it was right. He stabbed a couple of people already but a child... she couldn't fight back like the others.

Do you mean Gray? I think mine might've been a machine. But there were a bunch of midgets inside of it.

[watches him, expression still somber] I'm sorry you had to do that, but it's lucky for that girl you were there.

Yeah, mine was all machine, no midgets on board.

I guess so. No one else would have moved.

[gives into the urge to give him a brief hug before pulling away completely] I take it you'll be staying here for a while?

[it takes him a little longer to let go of his feathers though] I should be back soon. I do need to wash up and eat.

Don't forget to bring me some food!

[rolls his eyes] Fine, broomhead. I'll bring you food.

Good! I'll see you then.

[and then he's gone]

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