[ The best we can hope for, this man says, and Eustace can't bring himself to agree. But he's never been a negotiator, a persuasive public speaker or even a politician, used to manipulating crowds. He's a soldier, a fighter rather than a wordsmith. Someone might be able to convince this man of a different future worth fighting for, but that person isn't him.
And there's still a battle here he needs to fight, the whole reason he'd come back.
He thinks a few moments longer, eyes still scanning the perimeter. Then he speaks up, abruptly changing topic. ]
Left. [ Left what? ] You haven't checked there yet.
[ Checked for what? Hopefully Bruno remembers, because Eustace is already moving again, quick strides down the street as he carries on his way. ]
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And there's still a battle here he needs to fight, the whole reason he'd come back.
He thinks a few moments longer, eyes still scanning the perimeter. Then he speaks up, abruptly changing topic. ]
Left. [ Left what? ] You haven't checked there yet.
[ Checked for what? Hopefully Bruno remembers, because Eustace is already moving again, quick strides down the street as he carries on his way. ]