You're a romantic, comrade. [There's a pause before the Soldier says so, a moment's appraisal of the sentiment (and it is sentimental, what he says). His eyebrows lift, amused.
He still doesn't smile.]
That is strange.
[The street they walk is tree-lined and pretty, the leaves just beginning to fall. Lights glow behind closed curtains. This is a place where the people have weath, and luxury, and with these things they feel safe. Expensive cars fill the driveways and line the pavement.
He reaches out, as they walk. Just one hand, a scrape of metal, and the lock comes away.]
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He still doesn't smile.]
That is strange.
[The street they walk is tree-lined and pretty, the leaves just beginning to fall. Lights glow behind closed curtains. This is a place where the people have weath, and luxury, and with these things they feel safe. Expensive cars fill the driveways and line the pavement.
He reaches out, as they walk. Just one hand, a scrape of metal, and the lock comes away.]