( He doesn't seem all that perturbed by the callousness of the next century, or all that hung up on the loss either. Instead, there's a kind of dismissive purse to his lips, a shake of his head. )
It was a different life.
( Another yank, but this time the knot gives. He threads a length of rope through itself, unraveling three or four feet of it at once.
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It was a different life.
( Another yank, but this time the knot gives. He threads a length of rope through itself, unraveling three or four feet of it at once.
Shoots her another appraising glance. )
What about you? Missing anybody?