[Quietly, carefully, he sits by the fire and lets Senri fiddle with the pot and the vegetables. Once they’re mostly started, he spreads a few pieces of the meat out over the grate of the grill to let it fry.]
That explains someone forcing me to defect. [He doesn’t sound—or feel—angry?] It was wasted on me. I was already defecting anyway. It didn’t work.
[He tips his head further back than usual just so he can see Senri.]
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That explains someone forcing me to defect. [He doesn’t sound—or feel—angry?] It was wasted on me. I was already defecting anyway. It didn’t work.
[He tips his head further back than usual just so he can see Senri.]