[His eyes narrow behind his visor as he studies the kid, sharp and assessing. He's armed, ostensibly, so he doesn't have to worry about him being taken off guard about whatever might be creeping about here. He seems, aside from being cranky, essentially fine.]
[The buzz of memory has already begun to germinate in his skull. Don't say goodbye, humming down the length of his spine and trying to pull up an old grief that doesn't even belong to him, wrenching it out by the roots.]
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[The buzz of memory has already begun to germinate in his skull. Don't say goodbye, humming down the length of his spine and trying to pull up an old grief that doesn't even belong to him, wrenching it out by the roots.]
Guess not.