[ now that is interesting. sam shifts the barest amount where he's standing, as if something that estinein had just said had changed the direction of this conversation. it's not a bad thing, if anything, sam feels suddenly more equipped. he's been here before, with more people than he cares to count. what's a soldier without a war?
he thinks of steve, coming to find him at the va. he thinks about bucky, slipping so easily into the winter soldier. he thinks of the faces and the people and the names of everyone who came up to him after his meetings. some with smiles, others not. estinein answers him and sam lifts a single shoulder - a half shrug, if that's even really a thing. ]
Do you want to be? A soldier, I mean. [ there is something both sad, but entirely too relatable, to the way estinien says i've never known a time that there wasn't a war to fight. sam feels himself smiling a bit at it, at how incredible that no matter how different their places, their situations, their lives - it's all still somehow exactly the same. and estinien's dry tone does pull a sort of smile from sam, because yeah, that's...he gets it. ]
Believe it or not, I'm in kind of the exact same boat. Was a soldier, but came back home and ended up sort of volunteering for another group who were...less an army and more like a group of talented people, all trying to protect the world. [ sam considers this, rubbing at his chin, before he tilts a hand back in forth. ] So maybe not the exact same, but I can see what you're saying. There's always going to be something to do, a fight to join, that kind of thing.
[ sam wonders if that is what estinien is most upset about - the fact he'd been caged, the fact he'd been drafted to do a job he didn't ask for, the fact there were others willing to let slide something that so wholly was not acceptable to him. again, he's reminded of steve, in another weird, roundabout way. ]
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he thinks of steve, coming to find him at the va. he thinks about bucky, slipping so easily into the winter soldier. he thinks of the faces and the people and the names of everyone who came up to him after his meetings. some with smiles, others not. estinein answers him and sam lifts a single shoulder - a half shrug, if that's even really a thing. ]
Do you want to be? A soldier, I mean. [ there is something both sad, but entirely too relatable, to the way estinien says i've never known a time that there wasn't a war to fight. sam feels himself smiling a bit at it, at how incredible that no matter how different their places, their situations, their lives - it's all still somehow exactly the same. and estinien's dry tone does pull a sort of smile from sam, because yeah, that's...he gets it. ]
Believe it or not, I'm in kind of the exact same boat. Was a soldier, but came back home and ended up sort of volunteering for another group who were...less an army and more like a group of talented people, all trying to protect the world. [ sam considers this, rubbing at his chin, before he tilts a hand back in forth. ] So maybe not the exact same, but I can see what you're saying. There's always going to be something to do, a fight to join, that kind of thing.
[ sam wonders if that is what estinien is most upset about - the fact he'd been caged, the fact he'd been drafted to do a job he didn't ask for, the fact there were others willing to let slide something that so wholly was not acceptable to him. again, he's reminded of steve, in another weird, roundabout way. ]
What sort of thing do you do in the Scions?