[the mention of it makes koby twitch a little, eyes flicking up, fixing on silco's face, suddenly sober.] The people who missed you most couldn't write, Mr. Silco. [it's quiet, but firm, no-nonsense, his intention clear -- doing that to jinx again is unacceptable. koby refuses any negotiation, as steely now as he'd been undone the last time they'd seen one another. and perhaps, beneath it: his own return had him insensate, delusional, barely lucid, as unable to write as if he'd been dead as well.
then, tucking the map into his bag --] I'm stronger than I look, too, remember. [a glance towards the windows, meaningful, though the oppressive weight in the air doesn't resurface. koby straightens up, resists, as always, the urge to salute.]
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then, tucking the map into his bag --] I'm stronger than I look, too, remember. [a glance towards the windows, meaningful, though the oppressive weight in the air doesn't resurface. koby straightens up, resists, as always, the urge to salute.]
I'll look forward to it.