The term requires no small amount of rifling through his understanding of the english language- the connotations of the term as much as the definition. Warriorhead stands in silence for a long moment, apparently contemplative, and makes no effort to explain his silence. For the amount of conversation that as passed between them thus far, he considers it unnecessary.
He expects that Noh-Varr understands these things. Perhaps the same way that Noh-Varr might be sure that his stutter has not gone unnoticed.
Delicacy, then.
The CDC tracks all of them, and the crew of the Neheda maintains a modicum of awareness of its recruits- so to be tracked is to be alive. But such practices are tolerated, not enjoyed. Warriorhead regards Noh-Varr in this moment and wonders at his experiences thus far. At who, and what, has hunted him. And then without a word, he lifts one gloved hand towards his head.
It is difficult to say which fracture it is that splinters the air, because they occur at nearly the same time. Two narrow spears shoot through the tip of his glove and puncture through his helmet, as if both were made of paper. It is a matter of seconds before his hand lowers, and the holes in his helmet are twins to those at the base of his skull- just behind his ear. ]
no subject
The term requires no small amount of rifling through his understanding of the english language- the connotations of the term as much as the definition. Warriorhead stands in silence for a long moment, apparently contemplative, and makes no effort to explain his silence. For the amount of conversation that as passed between them thus far, he considers it unnecessary.
He expects that Noh-Varr understands these things.
Perhaps the same way that Noh-Varr might be sure that his stutter has not gone unnoticed.
Delicacy, then.
The CDC tracks all of them, and the crew of the Neheda maintains a modicum of awareness of its recruits- so to be tracked is to be alive. But such practices are tolerated, not enjoyed. Warriorhead regards Noh-Varr in this moment and wonders at his experiences thus far. At who, and what, has hunted him. And then without a word, he lifts one gloved hand towards his head.
It is difficult to say which fracture it is that splinters the air, because they occur at nearly the same time. Two narrow spears shoot through the tip of his glove and puncture through his helmet, as if both were made of paper. It is a matter of seconds before his hand lowers, and the holes in his helmet are twins to those at the base of his skull- just behind his ear. ]
Okay.