[ Yakov stares up the rust-red cliff face with a frown, sighing briefly through his nose. Perhaps it is because of his background, his experience in the Carpathians, that he sees it not for its geological form but for what it represents: broken spines, necks, shattered femurs, rocks waiting to give out under the weight of a human body. It's why he'd volunteered - this Aleksander seems too confident, too sure he won't be injured. Those are the types, in his experience, that die first, right along war's favorite category, 'men who have wives and children'. ]
We need to go around until we can get to the edge. It's safer to rappel down than to try and climb that.
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We need to go around until we can get to the edge. It's safer to rappel down than to try and climb that.