[ Brigade follows suit and drinks his down. Ohwell, looks like I should've brought more than three bottles. ]
[ He has thought about this a lot. It started with -- ] "Weapon of the Methuselah", Ma'am. One of the first things I came across about your son were those words. [ He feels half tempted to just open a bottle and drink straight from it. The shallow cups were nice... for nicer conversations. Deep shit like this, needed deeper swallows ]
There was immediate commiseration. I was built as a weapon too, Ma'am. And I've had my fair share of things [ The days in Russia's control come to mind. When the brainwashing broke, he still remembered everything. That's why he didn't return to TFV. Didn't want to feel like someone's slave again. And went Soldier of Fortune to take jobs which would make him feel like he was atoning for all the crap they made him do ] that I've spent years trying to make up for. I honestly think I haven't yet. But I did recover my self worth. [ He can't help it. He takes one of the bottles he laid out on the side, pops it open and drinks straight from it. Mouths sorry to his gracious host. ]
I blame the people he's cared about then. It's not his fault they left him behind. They should've tried harder to keep up. [ Brigade takes another swig and a long drag from... ohwait, his cigarette's dead. He'd let it burn away into a long stick of ash by accident. ]
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[ He has thought about this a lot. It started with -- ] "Weapon of the Methuselah", Ma'am. One of the first things I came across about your son were those words. [ He feels half tempted to just open a bottle and drink straight from it. The shallow cups were nice... for nicer conversations. Deep shit like this, needed deeper swallows ]
There was immediate commiseration. I was built as a weapon too, Ma'am. And I've had my fair share of things [ The days in Russia's control come to mind. When the brainwashing broke, he still remembered everything. That's why he didn't return to TFV. Didn't want to feel like someone's slave again. And went Soldier of Fortune to take jobs which would make him feel like he was atoning for all the crap they made him do ] that I've spent years trying to make up for. I honestly think I haven't yet. But I did recover my self worth. [ He can't help it. He takes one of the bottles he laid out on the side, pops it open and drinks straight from it. Mouths sorry to his gracious host. ]
I blame the people he's cared about then. It's not his fault they left him behind. They should've tried harder to keep up. [ Brigade takes another swig and a long drag from... ohwait, his cigarette's dead. He'd let it burn away into a long stick of ash by accident. ]