"Yes you can. We're soldiers, we bear the burdens that the rest can't. We need to be the strong ones. You can bear the stress with us. We bear the weight together."
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[spoiler]his arm is his sword lmao[/spoiler] "Can I have my arm back?"
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"That depends: are you going to try to kill yourself again?"
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"I'll try not to" [b]He says with a weak smile that's barely there[/b]
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"Just know if you do kill yourself, I will go to hell or heaven, whichever one your in, and drag you back down here."
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"Alright" [b]his smile becomes slightly me visible [/b]
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"Good. Now, let's go." He says and throws your weapon back.
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[b]He catches it and holsters it[/b]
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"So, still want to get drinks?"
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"Yep"
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"Let's go!" He says and continues walking towards the bar
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[b]He follows again, playing with the safety of a revolver[/b]
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"I hear something clicking." He says, glancing over his shoulder
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"Just a safety"
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"Good. Let's get booze!"
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"Indeed!" [b]He pulls the trigger a couple of times[/b]
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"I'm assuming your not going to kill yourself?"
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"It's empty"
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"Ok." He says, and enters the linge
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[b]He keeps fiddling with the gun[/b]
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[b][i]They sit down, and Jakob orders some rum.[/i][/b]
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[b]He still fiddles with the gun[/b]
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[b][i]He downs the bottle, and orders another[/i][/b]
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[b]He keeps fiddling with the gun[/b] "I-I'll take a bourbon"
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[b][i]A waiter brings you a bottle, and Jakob continues drinking his.[/i][/b] "So, what do you do? Are you a scout?"
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"Engineer" [b]He takes a chug and continues to fiddle with the gun[/b]