[It gnaws at him. Why the blanket? It should be something worth discarding, but he doesn't. He lowers his head for a moment, thinking. Picking words with care. Raises his head, eventually. Keeps his hands together. Spares a glance in Archer's direction, lidded with suspicion and curiosity. Why ask him? There must be a deeper reason he's missing. That his thoughts skip over, without realizing what they've passed.]
Really?
[But he breaks the gaze. Faces forward. Reports. Not quite relaxed. A routine to it, if not for the topic. And as he speaks, without even quite being aware of it, slowly the robotic quality fades away. The stiffness of it all. He still attempts to keep himself at bay, but things seep out of the corners and become lost.]
It isn't much of a story. They appeared in the early morning. Apparently, my teacher and his family built them, as I'm sure you already know. [Then why did he say it?] They quickly grew in numbers, which made fighting them more difficult than anticipated. However, once a perimeter was established, it was just a matter of holding them back until the spell broke.
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Really?
[But he breaks the gaze. Faces forward. Reports. Not quite relaxed. A routine to it, if not for the topic. And as he speaks, without even quite being aware of it, slowly the robotic quality fades away. The stiffness of it all. He still attempts to keep himself at bay, but things seep out of the corners and become lost.]
It isn't much of a story. They appeared in the early morning. Apparently, my teacher and his family built them, as I'm sure you already know. [Then why did he say it?] They quickly grew in numbers, which made fighting them more difficult than anticipated. However, once a perimeter was established, it was just a matter of holding them back until the spell broke.