( if he scrapes the bottom of the well, it’s that he has plenty to make amends for after a century. much like she doesn’t read into his sweeping generalization, he’s happy to take her comments at face value without trying to blow the dust away from them.

spike thins his lips out in neutrality, scanning the same sight she’s taking in — the true cost of war. he’s seen enough ransacked villages and cities in his time to know what happens to the civilians that don’t escape early. he’s been the thing that does them in ( or at least on the side of the fearsome four that was terrorizing ) and two out of four were more willing than others to go after the vulnerable. )

My mum was a saint and even she wouldn’t know what to make of this. Put on tea and porridge the way the English do. Don’t think we’re going to find resources to make either down here.