He shakes his head. What else can he do but shake his head and allow himself a moment of wallowing in ill becoming self pity?
"I don't know. Last time I saw him, we were gearing up to spring a surprise attack on Queen Bitch HQ. Him and his men were going to act diversion to the guards by blowing stuff up and charging...while we sneaked in the back door."
In a manner of speaking, that is. He clears his throat. His voice still soft, still quiet. "Anything could have happened after we split up. I don't know, and it's killing me." For a brief, treacherous little heartbeat his lips almost wobbles right into a cynical, snide little smile.
"I don't know shit. I don't know if he's alive. I don't know when my wife died, or how. I don't know how come when I came here, two of my friends-in-arms had been here for months already. And you know the worst part?"
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"I don't know. Last time I saw him, we were gearing up to spring a surprise attack on Queen Bitch HQ. Him and his men were going to act diversion to the guards by blowing stuff up and charging...while we sneaked in the back door."
In a manner of speaking, that is. He clears his throat. His voice still soft, still quiet. "Anything could have happened after we split up. I don't know, and it's killing me." For a brief, treacherous little heartbeat his lips almost wobbles right into a cynical, snide little smile.
"I don't know shit. I don't know if he's alive. I don't know when my wife died, or how. I don't know how come when I came here, two of my friends-in-arms had been here for months already. And you know the worst part?"