[ he watches while she wraps up her ankle (it shouldn't be that bad; the traps around here are meant to catch and injure, not kill) and forces herself up. she's vulgar about it, but that's nothing new. most of them are worse than him when it comes to language.
evan just snorts at the comment instead. she left the trap closed and undamaged, so as far as he's concerned, the deal's still on. ]
I don't sleep.
[ none of them do, to his knowledge. at least not on the regular. he makes his way to the tower itself, checking the patches he made before (barely holding) and finding the new ones (bigger than the last time he checked). he still wonders if one day the tower's going to fall, or if the timelessness of this place will mean it holds up forever, even when all the stones are basically dust.
he sets down the bucket and his cleaver by the wall and starts judging where to start. ]
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evan just snorts at the comment instead. she left the trap closed and undamaged, so as far as he's concerned, the deal's still on. ]
I don't sleep.
[ none of them do, to his knowledge. at least not on the regular. he makes his way to the tower itself, checking the patches he made before (barely holding) and finding the new ones (bigger than the last time he checked). he still wonders if one day the tower's going to fall, or if the timelessness of this place will mean it holds up forever, even when all the stones are basically dust.
he sets down the bucket and his cleaver by the wall and starts judging where to start. ]
Just your luck I was already headin' this way.