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William Decker [ The Hessian ] (reclamation) wrote in bellumlogs,

Mindless words that Will had heard uttered countless times before wouldn't do much, he was pretty sure. Russell looked like he'd just walked out of his first real battle, like all the new recruits on the front lines tended to look when they survived the blasts. Once he'd broken out of it, he could say more. Maybe. Unless someone else decided he'd done enough damage for one day.

The Hessian hissed and rumbled in his mind, disappointed that Will hadn't killed anybody with his own two hands, that it had been a mere boy who sent that man to his final minute. Will ignored him and rubbed at the bandaged spot on his arm, which, he noted wearily, did not look much better than before. He wasn't looking forward to infection in an era when things like medicine were mostly guessed at.

"Come on. Let's get back to the shop. Wash off the blood." Or wipe it off, whatever. He made sure Russell was actually following him as they headed back for the headquarters-hideout the lot of them had made for themselves.