[ He feels the weight in Viktor's words. They can't be far in age from each other, and Kahlil too well understands what it's like to feel like someone else compared to the man he was a decade ago. Changed and worn down. He doubts Viktor would appreciate the comparison right now, though.
Too many things, he thinks to answer Viktor's question. But before he can, the bird flickers back into existence, joined by another on the branches.
"I'm telling you the truth -" It's Kahlil's voice. Not from a decade ago, only a year in the past. Not long before he arrived in Abraxas.
"I could kill you for this," another man's voice grinds out. John. Jath'ibaye. "I should."
Kahlil motions with his hand and the bird dissipates again, only to be replaced immediately by another. He looks as though he's been slapped in the face for a moment before he wrestles his expression into something hard and cold.
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Too many things, he thinks to answer Viktor's question. But before he can, the bird flickers back into existence, joined by another on the branches.
"I'm telling you the truth -" It's Kahlil's voice. Not from a decade ago, only a year in the past. Not long before he arrived in Abraxas.
"I could kill you for this," another man's voice grinds out. John. Jath'ibaye. "I should."
Kahlil motions with his hand and the bird dissipates again, only to be replaced immediately by another. He looks as though he's been slapped in the face for a moment before he wrestles his expression into something hard and cold.
"But I'm not who-"
"Of course you're not!" ]