this gesture, this specific gesture, makes something in his heart twist like a dishrag. he keeps it to himself, closing his eyes against the headache, against the pain, and against... everything.
freedom, wasn't it? out of reach, again.
he manages a soft laugh at that. ] Armor. I don't think I could even lift a suit of armor, let alone wear one... you must have been very surprised.
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this gesture, this specific gesture, makes something in his heart twist like a dishrag. he keeps it to himself, closing his eyes against the headache, against the pain, and against... everything.
freedom, wasn't it? out of reach, again.
he manages a soft laugh at that. ] Armor. I don't think I could even lift a suit of armor, let alone wear one... you must have been very surprised.