LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
Locke follows along after him, eyes roaming over the new sights, trying to build some kind of mental map. He pauses in his walking for a moment, watching the recruits train. An almost nervous feeling builds up in his stomach. Is he really built for this kind of thing? Ronin speaks again, catching his attention. "Oh? Can't say I'm not curious. Silk house kind of sounds like a whore house honestly." He huffs a little laugh, taking a few longer steps to catch up to him. Doesn't matter if he's cut out for it anymore. He's here. No turning back.
"One day someone will have to explain to me why they're so anti-Abandoned here." Probably something to do with gods and drama and things. He's never had time to care while he was in Torchline. Recently, all this talk of gods and the divine has got him thinking though. He's Accepted, one of the ones the gods are supposed to be soft for. Not that he's ever tried his luck with it. Maybe some day.
He's attention drifts back to the recruits for a moment before he looks over at Ronin. He gives him a little shrug in reply, "Don't really got anything there. This seemed interesting. Not any kind of fancy story to it. Why'd you come out here?"
"One day someone will have to explain to me why they're so anti-Abandoned here." Probably something to do with gods and drama and things. He's never had time to care while he was in Torchline. Recently, all this talk of gods and the divine has got him thinking though. He's Accepted, one of the ones the gods are supposed to be soft for. Not that he's ever tried his luck with it. Maybe some day.
He's attention drifts back to the recruits for a moment before he looks over at Ronin. He gives him a little shrug in reply, "Don't really got anything there. This seemed interesting. Not any kind of fancy story to it. Why'd you come out here?"
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
