It takes him a moment, though it's hard to say if he's contemplating or just staring into the colored layers of the drink. "...Good."
He certainly knows plenty about that. The way he's lived for over twenty years has shaped his thinking so much even after a decade away from it and now over a year in Ellipsa, it hasn't really changed. He's still always on high alert, still expecting shit to hit the fan at any moment, even if he's less able to fight now than he used to be.
...probably still stands a better chance than a lot of people here, though.
"I don't think you can," he grumbles finally, feeling the urge to express his familiarity with the sentiment but unsure how to find the words. "But that's not a bad thing." Especially if it keeps one alive.
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He certainly knows plenty about that. The way he's lived for over twenty years has shaped his thinking so much even after a decade away from it and now over a year in Ellipsa, it hasn't really changed. He's still always on high alert, still expecting shit to hit the fan at any moment, even if he's less able to fight now than he used to be.
...probably still stands a better chance than a lot of people here, though.
"I don't think you can," he grumbles finally, feeling the urge to express his familiarity with the sentiment but unsure how to find the words. "But that's not a bad thing." Especially if it keeps one alive.