[ It's more simply just words, to him, than any real meaning behind them. The religion soaked into the language without actually reaching the rest of him. It didn't matter.
He scrubbed his mouth with his hand, his eyes sliding away.
He'd known bravado, and this wasn't it. There was something, though. Something important, a tie that had been left in that he could grasp that didn't force him to try to weigh the lives of strangers. ]
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He scrubbed his mouth with his hand, his eyes sliding away.
He'd known bravado, and this wasn't it. There was something, though. Something important, a tie that had been left in that he could grasp that didn't force him to try to weigh the lives of strangers. ]
... Is that how you met her? Karen, I mean?