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[battlebound]

[ They're terrible liars, but Steak doesn't plan on calling Red Wine out on it, doesn't plan on crumbling this shoddy facade constructed to hide away everything that just happened. Instead, he busies himself pulling his armour back on, ducking his head away from seeing Red Wine even out of the corner of his eyes, locking back the lurch of something he can't unknot as he catches a glimpse of the unusually — even for here, where the bastard is undead — ashen pallor of Red Wine's face. ]

I'm going. [ He stumbles over the words rather than simply stating them, nervous more than his usual brusque, stuck on unfamiliar ground and trying desperately to claw his way back to normalcy.

Or at least to place where his mind doesn't linger on the feeling of Red Wine beneath him. ]