Miss Nichols. [ Not someone he's thrilled to see, given everything, but he knows time is funny here. If she knew what he knew, she'd probably be a bit more hostile towards him right now.
And besides that, he'd even choose his traitorous student over being alone right now, so he doesn't want to blow it. ]
Oh, this? [ He lifts up the side of his shirt. There's a tattoo, identical to the one on Kreese's arm, and it's bleeding as if it were freshly done. There's a brief sense of wrongness when he looks at it for the first time, but that fades fast.
Of course he should have it. He and John got them as a matching reminder of all they'd been through. Why would he ever want to be rid of it? ]
I've had this for fifty years now. We got them together, Sensei Kreese and I. After the war.
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And besides that, he'd even choose his traitorous student over being alone right now, so he doesn't want to blow it. ]
Oh, this? [ He lifts up the side of his shirt. There's a tattoo, identical to the one on Kreese's arm, and it's bleeding as if it were freshly done. There's a brief sense of wrongness when he looks at it for the first time, but that fades fast.
Of course he should have it. He and John got them as a matching reminder of all they'd been through. Why would he ever want to be rid of it? ]
I've had this for fifty years now. We got them together, Sensei Kreese and I. After the war.