[ In that moment, he sees him separating the bone from the tender marrow of the situation, methodically cutting through sinewy fiber on the way down — choose to stay and be mired in the uproar, the dirt, or, ironically...
Quit while he's ahead. Lighter leaves him to that decision for as long as it might take, instinct wrangled in and subdued by more rational leanings. Lighter himself isn't sure. Does he believe someone could just get straight up killed in there? Yeah. It's why he opted in. No one would die by his hand, just like he wouldn't die by someone else's. A comfortable neutrality, lacking the sweetness of home and hazed over by vicious muscle memory, among other things. ]
Oh? Alright then. [ Snatching his jacket up by its collar, he fishes his shades from its pocket and then slings it over his shoulder. ] I'm not exactly dressed for a special occasion, so we can make it quick.
[ He slips his sunglasses back on and cants into the outskirts of the crowd to find the stairs. ]
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Quit while he's ahead. Lighter leaves him to that decision for as long as it might take, instinct wrangled in and subdued by more rational leanings. Lighter himself isn't sure. Does he believe someone could just get straight up killed in there? Yeah. It's why he opted in. No one would die by his hand, just like he wouldn't die by someone else's. A comfortable neutrality, lacking the sweetness of home and hazed over by vicious muscle memory, among other things. ]
Oh? Alright then. [ Snatching his jacket up by its collar, he fishes his shades from its pocket and then slings it over his shoulder. ] I'm not exactly dressed for a special occasion, so we can make it quick.
[ He slips his sunglasses back on and cants into the outskirts of the crowd to find the stairs. ]