MATEO
I don't know if it's true, Mateo wants to snap, because I haven't seen him, because he moved to Halo, Dad. But of course, it's taking all his energy just to lift the pickaxe, never mind swing it, and when it connects and somehow, unbelievably, reveals a vein of silver ore, he nearly drops the thing. And when Remi claps him on the back, he does drop the thing. "Oh fuck--" he blurts, narrowly avoiding the axe as it tries to land on his foot, stepping back and against his father by accident.
"Sorry," he mumbles, though it's not exactly for walking into Remi and they both know it. "Things have been crappy since the Tower. We can't walk anywhere alone in the Collegium, and we're supposed to have our parents pick us up to take us home. All the good subjects have been replaced with history and training. I think they want us all to become Dragoons."
"Sorry," he mumbles, though it's not exactly for walking into Remi and they both know it. "Things have been crappy since the Tower. We can't walk anywhere alone in the Collegium, and we're supposed to have our parents pick us up to take us home. All the good subjects have been replaced with history and training. I think they want us all to become Dragoons."
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