[Grey glances back at the light and then up at Nightingale's face once more, raising an eyebrow as he continues, sardonically:] Well, then that clears it all up then, doesn't it.
[He shakes his head, but he supposes it's only a light and there are more pressing concerns, as it stands.]
I shall not ask. I am not certain that this is quite the time nor the place to go into the matter. Though I will admit that I am... Curious.
[He quirks something of a smile at the other man, before glancing about them, into the mist. It feels as if there are eyes everywhere, as though a man might step out and run him through at any moment. Or a cannonball. He's still waiting for the sounds of fire that have yet to begin. This must be what going mad must feel like.] And grateful. To have found company, in all this rabble. And a fellow countryman, at that.
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[Grey glances back at the light and then up at Nightingale's face once more, raising an eyebrow as he continues, sardonically:] Well, then that clears it all up then, doesn't it.
[He shakes his head, but he supposes it's only a light and there are more pressing concerns, as it stands.]
I shall not ask. I am not certain that this is quite the time nor the place to go into the matter. Though I will admit that I am... Curious.
[He quirks something of a smile at the other man, before glancing about them, into the mist. It feels as if there are eyes everywhere, as though a man might step out and run him through at any moment. Or a cannonball. He's still waiting for the sounds of fire that have yet to begin. This must be what going mad must feel like.] And grateful. To have found company, in all this rabble. And a fellow countryman, at that.