[Something about that-- his voice or his grip or the look on his face-- stops his breath for a half-beat. He doesn't know why, it just does. Like everything else between them, it happens outside of his own control. Outside of every order, every rule, everything they've ever been told.
FN-2187 smiles, tired as it is, it's real.] Same, buddy.
[He'd have no reason to fight or to care: which was always the thing that set him apart from just another cadet on the field, hammering away at every simulation without actually keeping his head in the game.] Come on, gotta get this armor off if you're gonna get enough sleep for PT.
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FN-2187 smiles, tired as it is, it's real.] Same, buddy.
[He'd have no reason to fight or to care: which was always the thing that set him apart from just another cadet on the field, hammering away at every simulation without actually keeping his head in the game.] Come on, gotta get this armor off if you're gonna get enough sleep for PT.