( Is his voice wet...? No, surely not. For he is a seasoned man, strong like old leathers, his heart coal. So what if Marius the Heft had a good young life ahead of him, cut short by crippling? Means nothing to Mr. Eames, and it's only the... only the salt in the air, giving his eyes grief. Why, he keeps blinking. )
He was a good lad. A good lad. ( In comes a soft, fraternal punch to Regulus' arm, signalling companionship. One of the laaaaaaads. ) Lived with honour.
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( Is his voice wet...? No, surely not. For he is a seasoned man, strong like old leathers, his heart coal. So what if Marius the Heft had a good young life ahead of him, cut short by crippling? Means nothing to Mr. Eames, and it's only the... only the salt in the air, giving his eyes grief. Why, he keeps blinking. )
He was a good lad. A good lad. ( In comes a soft, fraternal punch to Regulus' arm, signalling companionship. One of the laaaaaaads. ) Lived with honour.