Mal's grimace is short-lived too, distaste crowded aside by practicality.
"No."
Stopping short of something more familiar: I'm not grisha. What would that mean to her? Nothing, surely. Mal has been here long enough to understand the differences are vast enough that the terms he's known all his life are utterly foreign here.
"And I've no rifle, so this is the best I can do."
Hit ghosts with a stick until they vanish. It's not much, but better than nothing.
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Mal's grimace is short-lived too, distaste crowded aside by practicality.
"No."
Stopping short of something more familiar: I'm not grisha. What would that mean to her? Nothing, surely. Mal has been here long enough to understand the differences are vast enough that the terms he's known all his life are utterly foreign here.
"And I've no rifle, so this is the best I can do."
Hit ghosts with a stick until they vanish. It's not much, but better than nothing.
"If we go, who'll manage things here?"