[ Sharpe opens his mouth to reply to her, but all he receives for it is a mouthful of chilly water as they dipped through the clouds again. He spits it out, coughing, blinking his eyes hard to clear the stars in them before he looks down again. People look tiny from this high up, and Sharpe wonders if this is Khisanth's usual view; if that's why she seems to think so little of humans.
Ah well. He doesn't care how she thinks of humans, or even what she thinks of him, really. He's long given up on such things.
Instead, he says: ]
How 'bout we go over that end? Seems plenty of fighting going on.
[ Well. Less fighting than massacre, really, but that's where they'll be needed. ]
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Ah well. He doesn't care how she thinks of humans, or even what she thinks of him, really. He's long given up on such things.
Instead, he says: ]
How 'bout we go over that end? Seems plenty of fighting going on.
[ Well. Less fighting than massacre, really, but that's where they'll be needed. ]