[ Now that the show's over, half the people have got up and left, and the rest are around picking bones and etching things on them for the fire. All so ceremonial. Can't say he really gets the point. All this reverence for, what? A big bird that'll eat you?
He snorts, dismissive. ] No shit? Don't that make you special.
[ Yeah, join the club. He's pretty sure no one here wants to be pecked to death while wrapped up in a cozy sheep sack.
Eugh. The thick fog isn't helping the atmosphere. Makes him wonder what Rude would think of this shit. Or Tseng. Probably the same thoughts he's got. End of the day, their job is just a job, whether that's an execution or playing bodyguard. These guys here? This feels like it's more than a job for them. The feeling it leaves is uneasy. ]
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He snorts, dismissive. ] No shit? Don't that make you special.
[ Yeah, join the club. He's pretty sure no one here wants to be pecked to death while wrapped up in a cozy sheep sack.
Eugh. The thick fog isn't helping the atmosphere. Makes him wonder what Rude would think of this shit. Or Tseng. Probably the same thoughts he's got. End of the day, their job is just a job, whether that's an execution or playing bodyguard. These guys here? This feels like it's more than a job for them. The feeling it leaves is uneasy. ]