"No guns," Jono replied, looking... actually a little bothered by that. Guns, he could deal with. It wasn't as though he'd never been shot before. "Powers, more like. I can't make any promises, exactly, but I've been at war in some capacity or other for near as long back as I can remember. I've never been able to make that promise, luv. This won't be any different, except that it happens to threaten to take a little more of my time to deal with."
He was sure she could remember Christmas, and the holes he'd had in him where holes generally didn't belong. That was war, too, in its own way.
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Date: 2013-05-20 03:36 pm (UTC)He was sure she could remember Christmas, and the holes he'd had in him where holes generally didn't belong. That was war, too, in its own way.