[He absolutely doesn't have enough luck left over for that this week.]
This is a cruel camp.
[His tone softens a little. It's not that he's trying to rebuff her; he's just worried, even beneath the simmering blood-raw emotions clogging everything. Something he's thought since the first week: the way they decide to approach these trials, to approach death and dealing with each other and this camp, is going to determine their ultimate survival. Not plans. Not information. Not anything they can measure.
People are terrible and fickle beasts that way. But it's also what she said. Something positive. Something to look forward to. For now, though:]
... We have acceptable losses in numbers.
[He... might not be in the mood to pull punches, though.]
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This is a cruel camp.
[His tone softens a little. It's not that he's trying to rebuff her; he's just worried, even beneath the simmering blood-raw emotions clogging everything. Something he's thought since the first week: the way they decide to approach these trials, to approach death and dealing with each other and this camp, is going to determine their ultimate survival. Not plans. Not information. Not anything they can measure.
People are terrible and fickle beasts that way. But it's also what she said. Something positive. Something to look forward to. For now, though:]
... We have acceptable losses in numbers.
[He... might not be in the mood to pull punches, though.]