[Thatch is sick of this shit. He's seen it all over the place today and it doesn't help that he's almost compelled to do the same. They want him to join them. His division all dead, when he knows they aren't, asking him why their commander isn't here. Why he has abandoned them now. A pistol would be an easy end to it, wouldn't it? A thrown fight to the death if he's feeling more adventurous.
Well he isn't, and isn't inclined to listen, and isn't inclined to let anyone else listen either. So upon seeing this kid he makes his own way to the rooftop, made easier by decades of scaling rigging and running from angry husbands, and grabs the back of the kid's collar, yanking him away from the roof]
Can you not? Go put your head between your knees until the feeling passes and be a little stronger than this, lad.
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Well he isn't, and isn't inclined to listen, and isn't inclined to let anyone else listen either. So upon seeing this kid he makes his own way to the rooftop, made easier by decades of scaling rigging and running from angry husbands, and grabs the back of the kid's collar, yanking him away from the roof]
Can you not? Go put your head between your knees until the feeling passes and be a little stronger than this, lad.