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He walks down slowly, as if not quite sure what'll be there. When one is newly dead, one fears heading down far more than one fears heading up but he does in fact make it to the main bar. Another few steps gets him to the bar counter proper and then he's ordering a meal, neat as you please, and taking the bites slowly as if afraid they might disappear as readily as they appeared.

[ooc: in and out due to groceries and parentals, but I'll answer your tag]

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"So. I was sixteen and... well. I don't know who he was, but Maggie seemed to think he'd be missed. Best way out was the army."

A nod.

"There are others, but it was better than it could have been."

"I was a good soldier", he says with... less pride than satisfaction in twenty years well-lived. "And I tried to be a good officer."

~~...mun says nothing about the hat~~

"I wouldn't expect less of you."

~~This mun agrees that it's a very silly hat. And wishes she could find out where that shot came from.~~

He smiles. "Thank you, brother."

He rolls his eyes.

"I am surprised you took any orders but your own though. You listen as well as a deaf cat at times."

He grins slyly.

"At times, maybe. Doesn't mean I don't ever listen. And it doesn't mean I'm always wrong when I don't."

"And neither is a deaf cat, to be sure."

A small smirk.

"And I act, when those above me are wrong."

A solemn nod.

"So I have seen."

A sad smile.

"Even if it's too late sometimes."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"So long as things were set right for a time, my sacrifice was well enough."

"...aye. Aye, and they were. For now."

"That's all one can hope for."

"I suppose so."

But they're both dreamers, in their own way.

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