[ It's an easy sort of banter to fall into, Carver knows, if he let himself. The sort he had with other soldiers before the world ended, give and take, barbs shot over the bow, none of it meant anything until it meant something. But Cy is a dangerous thing, despite the casualness of his tone. And that smile no longer meets his eyes.
Carver's own is very thin. All men are the same in the end. They're weak, and they turn on each other in their weakness. Why would a lowercase g-god be any different? This is what men are now.
A good lesson. Even if he has to learn it again. ]
Never said I did.
[ But is there a point in deny it, really? In dancing around such a fundamental truth? ]
Afghanistan. [ This time, Carver flashes his teeth. ] Korengal Valley. But we had another name for it.
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Carver's own is very thin. All men are the same in the end. They're weak, and they turn on each other in their weakness. Why would a lowercase g-god be any different? This is what men are now.
A good lesson. Even if he has to learn it again. ]
Never said I did.
[ But is there a point in deny it, really? In dancing around such a fundamental truth? ]
Afghanistan. [ This time, Carver flashes his teeth. ] Korengal Valley. But we had another name for it.