Secure and protect, guard. He's done that before. That makes sense, that's familiar, and it's a relief. It's easier than killing, defense leaves no room for failure. His grip on the knife seems to loosen just a little, his shoulders seem to relax, but he's still a guarded machine. A barely-tamed animal, something distant. Someone other than the man he'd been a few hours ago.
"солдат будет подчиняться." He murmurs finally, accepting.
A second passes, a tense second of silence, and he has to ask, "What do you need?"
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Date: 2018-07-16 04:36 am (UTC)"солдат будет подчиняться." He murmurs finally, accepting.
A second passes, a tense second of silence, and he has to ask, "What do you need?"