[Martin stops a little late, staring without understanding while the drunken pair shift and move with opposing intent.
he can barely understand the look on Koltira's face, and even less Bariyan's. it has to be...fatigue. or the funny way lamplight plays off bar windows or the slightly moist concrete below.
fatigue. that's it.
he can't really understand them – the distance remaining, their drunken state...fatigue? something.
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he can barely understand the look on Koltira's face, and even less Bariyan's. it has to be...fatigue. or the funny way lamplight plays off bar windows or the slightly moist concrete below.
fatigue. that's it.
he can't really understand them – the distance remaining, their drunken state...fatigue? something.
fatigue is a funny feeling in his gut. right?
NO SON THAT'S DREAD; REMEMBER THAT ONE?]