[ Given how miserable Matt looks, you'd think that scoff would get him wilting. But the other man's abrasiveness shocks him away from his dismal mood, bracing as a stiff salt breeze. If anything was going to make Matt cry right now, it'd be kindness. ]
That makes sense, [ he muses, soft. His gaze wanders from one end of the camp to the other, passing over white-clad captives to land eventually back on Gabranth. ] So all we've got is our brains.
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That makes sense, [ he muses, soft. His gaze wanders from one end of the camp to the other, passing over white-clad captives to land eventually back on Gabranth. ] So all we've got is our brains.
What do you know about surviving outdoors?