// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
“You will.” Varus rumbles with all the confidence in the world. She’d quieted his sensors, removed an entire arm, and for that he was entirely grateful as well. His arm slips around her shoulders, then, and he tucks her in against his chest, letting his thoughts air out in the open, pausing before the hum of a laugh slips from him at her agreement that it was funny. It’s something he’ll cherish some time, truthfully. But when they settle and her question reaches him, he’s unsure how to answer.
He meets her gaze when she looks up at him and he offers her a soft smile. “No, not really. I just think it would be cool given I have a whole metal arm.” He suggests with a hum of a laugh, a shrug of the shoulder she doesn’t occupy. “Maybe something that could deflect projectiles… For when the war comes.” He considers this curiously for a moment before he’s shaking his head. “Honestly I’m just glad I have a new arm.” He offers, reaching out to squeeze her hand as she continues to run her fingers along the edge of the metal of his palm.
He meets her gaze when she looks up at him and he offers her a soft smile. “No, not really. I just think it would be cool given I have a whole metal arm.” He suggests with a hum of a laugh, a shrug of the shoulder she doesn’t occupy. “Maybe something that could deflect projectiles… For when the war comes.” He considers this curiously for a moment before he’s shaking his head. “Honestly I’m just glad I have a new arm.” He offers, reaching out to squeeze her hand as she continues to run her fingers along the edge of the metal of his palm.
VARUS
