[ Matt meets Liem's gaze with curious hazel eyes. The alcohol has kicked in sufficiently that it takes him a moment to focus, but he can't think of anything right now that's more important than comforting Liem. Listening to what he has to say. The change in Liem's breathing, though slight, confirms for Matt that this is the right thing to do.
--Then Liem says the thing about legs, and he laughs in surprise. No louder than a gust, his breath warm and scented with liquor. ]
Yeah. That's true. [ Though I'm losing limbs at an alarming rate, he manages not to say. ] So between the two of us, we're like, what, one whole moral degenerate? That's not so bad. I like our odds, actually.
[ He doesn't like their odds. But there's something oddly liberating in foregoing hope, per se, and leaning instead on determination. It leaves one not so attached to the outcome. ]
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--Then Liem says the thing about legs, and he laughs in surprise. No louder than a gust, his breath warm and scented with liquor. ]
Yeah. That's true. [ Though I'm losing limbs at an alarming rate, he manages not to say. ] So between the two of us, we're like, what, one whole moral degenerate? That's not so bad. I like our odds, actually.
[ He doesn't like their odds. But there's something oddly liberating in foregoing hope, per se, and leaning instead on determination. It leaves one not so attached to the outcome. ]