[But that's not right. That's not how it should be. That can't be right. She had said live at the South Pole was hard and he believed her - of course it was, it was the South fucking Pole (why would anyone even live there?) but he had harked on about community and family and-
That's fair at all. How in the fuck can she go on about fairness? How can she tell him he's not being fair, how can she even care after being subjected to that?
His eyes are wide and tears are still streaming down them, but he's no longer looking down, instead, he looks up at her face. Wide eyed, pale, looking like he's about to be sick. That's not right. It's not right. The war was a hundred years old. She had said that, hadn't she? The world was in turmoil, but it was old. The war couldn't have caused that level of suffering that long after. It couldn't have. It doesn't make sense]
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That's fair at all. How in the fuck can she go on about fairness? How can she tell him he's not being fair, how can she even care after being subjected to that?
His eyes are wide and tears are still streaming down them, but he's no longer looking down, instead, he looks up at her face. Wide eyed, pale, looking like he's about to be sick. That's not right. It's not right. The war was a hundred years old. She had said that, hadn't she? The world was in turmoil, but it was old. The war couldn't have caused that level of suffering that long after. It couldn't have. It doesn't make sense]