[ Gabe doesn't waste time, but he's careful in how he moves. Deliberate about it. He makes sure his clothes are straightened when he gets them on, every button done up properly, all his hidden knives where he means them to be. There's some mud on his pants, damp patches he can feel when he runs his fingers over them, but hopefully nothing too noticeable. Appearances matter around here and he prefers to control his. And for a little while, it's quiet.
He pauses in the midst of lacing his boots back up, humming to himself. Then: ]
Felt like the thing to do.
[ Right thing or not, time will tell. But it was a choice. No one can take that from him. ]
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He pauses in the midst of lacing his boots back up, humming to himself. Then: ]
Felt like the thing to do.
[ Right thing or not, time will tell. But it was a choice. No one can take that from him. ]
So I did.