"There's been... more'n one time I thought Tseng was dead," he continued as he settled back slightly against a nearby tree. "So... Fell on me to get the job done. Always does. I fuckin' hate it."
Which wasn't the point of the story, no.
"Thing is, first time, there was no damn way to go back an' do nothin' about it. Second time, Tseng," he left Elena out. It didn't seem right to talk about her brutal torture to someone who had been a classmate. Tseng was less personal, somehow, less of an intrusion, "was left at the bottom of the Northern Cave. You know about the crater, right?"
He was still going somewhere with this, yes. But this was Reno. He digressed. Frequently.
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Date: 2010-07-22 03:15 am (UTC)Which wasn't the point of the story, no.
"Thing is, first time, there was no damn way to go back an' do nothin' about it. Second time, Tseng," he left Elena out. It didn't seem right to talk about her brutal torture to someone who had been a classmate. Tseng was less personal, somehow, less of an intrusion, "was left at the bottom of the Northern Cave. You know about the crater, right?"
He was still going somewhere with this, yes. But this was Reno. He digressed. Frequently.