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Saiden grinned at Weaver. "Good to know." Cocking his head to one side, he shifted his grip on his fishing rod. "But you're not in Halo anymore, are you?" Winking at her, he laughed softly. "In Torchline we like to show a little more skin." He ran a hand down his bare chest to demonstrate before returning it to the wood.
Arching an eyebrow, he shrugged slightly. "They seem to flee from loud noises. And sound carries underwater." His lips twitched into a smile. "Some of them make sounds of their own. Even singing."
Shaking his head a bit, he sighed. "I have no idea. We were at war, so I'm not holding out much hope. Besides...I heard a rumor that us Outlanders are copies?" He wasn't troubled by that so much as confused. Of course, just then his rod jerked and he instinctively pulled back, wrestling with whatever was on the other end.
Arching an eyebrow, he shrugged slightly. "They seem to flee from loud noises. And sound carries underwater." His lips twitched into a smile. "Some of them make sounds of their own. Even singing."
Shaking his head a bit, he sighed. "I have no idea. We were at war, so I'm not holding out much hope. Besides...I heard a rumor that us Outlanders are copies?" He wasn't troubled by that so much as confused. Of course, just then his rod jerked and he instinctively pulled back, wrestling with whatever was on the other end.
