[ Not for the first time, he thinks of Hunter. How the captain never once yelled in all the years they fought together. Never even raised his voice. Didn't have to. The sergeant was the one who got loud for him. They were a good team that way. But Hunter was the one who kept them all steady, an anchor point in the middle of whatever bullshit nightmare they were trying to survive at any given moment, and Ephemera took that. Kept it, tried to emulate it. Couldn't, in the end. But he remembers now how the captain moved, how he spoke. How people listened to him. He wonders if Hunter would have done this.
Probably not. Hunter was a good tactician. Never took a bet unless he was sure it would net him something worth keeping.
Ephemera takes the cigarette. Presses it between his teeth and inhales. Lets the nicotine burn down, down, down. He doesn't say anything, can't think of the right words to break the silence. He just exhales, blowing smoke, and passes it back. ]
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Probably not. Hunter was a good tactician. Never took a bet unless he was sure it would net him something worth keeping.
Ephemera takes the cigarette. Presses it between his teeth and inhales. Lets the nicotine burn down, down, down. He doesn't say anything, can't think of the right words to break the silence. He just exhales, blowing smoke, and passes it back. ]