[There's a moment where he doesn't move at all, stunned by how young she is - by how young the soldier girl behind her is. The Barrens could be compared to a war zone, sure, and he'd grown up in the middle of it, but he'd been a little older when things really went to shit for him. He didn't have blood on his hands until he was 13, maybe 14. He can barely imagine having to fight even younger than that.]
[He swallows hard and holsters his rifle quietly.]
Y-yeah, sure. Sorry about that. We were taught not to trust on voice alone, too easy to magically alter sound.
[And runners weren't above dirty tricks like that.]
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[He swallows hard and holsters his rifle quietly.]
Y-yeah, sure. Sorry about that. We were taught not to trust on voice alone, too easy to magically alter sound.
[And runners weren't above dirty tricks like that.]