( Them be long words and many, and Mr. Eames ain't one for the bowing of his head, him, not for any fool's righteous scolding — but there be an edge of kindness to this here lad's pronouncement, and, well.
Good God wouldn't want Mr. Eames cruel. The gutting, the killin', they be necessary coin of their trade, inevitable like the sun hiking up and coming down. But unkindness is a different learning, and Mr. Eames, he ain't for schooling of that kind. )
He's seen hardship, him, Quicksilver. Been known. We's all heard. Maybe sun's rotted bit o' his senses.
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Good God wouldn't want Mr. Eames cruel. The gutting, the killin', they be necessary coin of their trade, inevitable like the sun hiking up and coming down. But unkindness is a different learning, and Mr. Eames, he ain't for schooling of that kind. )
He's seen hardship, him, Quicksilver. Been known. We's all heard. Maybe sun's rotted bit o' his senses.