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Tashi gasps, a hand placed over his heart in mock-offense. “Very well, I see how it is. Maybe I will stop talking to you entirely.”

“I’m chatty. It’s part of my charm.”

“Annoying is a better descriptor.” He gives Tashi a playful nudge.

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"Didn’t encounter anyone on the way in who I recognized. Not exactly in a state to go wandering around looking for someone I did.”

"I know, I have been gone for far too long. But before you kill me, can you help me stitch this up?"

“And why would I kill you, Brother?” Gabriel crouches down next to him, examining his wound. “This looks bad. Would it have killed you to steal some anti-biotics?”

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“I lost track of time, but I arrived around eight. What time is it?”

"I know, I have been gone for far too long. But before you kill me, can you help me stitch this up?"

“And why would I kill you, Brother?” Gabriel crouches down next to him, examining his wound. “This looks bad. Would it have killed you to steal some anti-biotics?”

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"Yes, actually, it may have," Tashi grunts, letting his head fall back. "Medical supplies were scarce, even first aid kits were treated like gold."

"I know, I have been gone for far too long. But before you kill me, can you help me stitch this up?"

“And why would I kill you, Brother?” Gabriel crouches down next to him, examining his wound. “This looks bad. Would it have killed you to steal some anti-biotics?”

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… baby light my fire….

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“If you think it’s a good idea to stick your hand in a pyrotechnic’s bag, I am very tempted to allow natural selection to run its course.”

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hurt me,   kick me,     bruise me,       hell – kill me,

                     but don’t touch my family

                            ( or you’ll fucking regret it. )

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In my defense, I was left unattended.

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“I couldn’t shave out in the field, not enough water to spare,” he replies, admiring the handiwork in the mirror. “But I hate having stuff on my face, it’s so itchy and hot and gross.”

"Please tell me you have a razor, I need to get rid of this monstrosity on my face."

Gabriel wordlessly holds a straight razor up. “Don’t bleed all over it, please.”

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“Hey now, I haven’t accidentally detonated anything since I was fifteen,” Tashi objects, sitting up and running a hand over his newly shaved face. “Just cause I’m not good at shaving doesn’t mean my hands aren’t steady. Mirrors are hard.”

"Please tell me you have a razor, I need to get rid of this monstrosity on my face."

Gabriel wordlessly holds a straight razor up. “Don’t bleed all over it, please.”

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“An old hermit,” he teases. “At least you’re actually close to people. I’m shoved to the edge of everything with my explosives, like some crazed arsonist. No one comes to visit me, they’re scared of getting blown up,” he says with a pout.

"Please tell me you have a razor, I need to get rid of this monstrosity on my face."

Gabriel wordlessly holds a straight razor up. “Don’t bleed all over it, please.”

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He blinks, confused. “But...she is one. Like Bane.”

"Talia, she is..." Tashi pauses, searching for the right word. "A bitch."

Gabriel’s eyes widen at the boy. “Do not /ever/ call her that.”

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He remains silent for some time, eyes closed as he thinks over his phrasing. “I have accepted the fact that I may lose anyone at any time. Kojo, John, even Barsad or Talia might die any day. Therefore, I don’t miss them. Because I accept every goodbye as the last. But I just...I always feel like you’ll be here. So that means there’s something to miss.” He smiles, eyebrows furrowing though he keeps his eyes closed. “Sorry, it’s sounds weird when I say it out loud.”

"Please tell me you have a razor, I need to get rid of this monstrosity on my face."

Gabriel wordlessly holds a straight razor up. “Don’t bleed all over it, please.”

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Tashi holds as still as he can, watching Gabriel’s concentration as he worked. He’d recruited him to helping him with explosives enough times to trust his hand to be steady. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs quietly.

"Please tell me you have a razor, I need to get rid of this monstrosity on my face."

Gabriel wordlessly holds a straight razor up. “Don’t bleed all over it, please.”

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“They are,” he grouses, attempting to talk with minimal movement of his face so as to avoid any further nicks. “With wires and tweezers and scissors. I could try to burn my beard off, if you’d like to watch.”

"Please tell me you have a razor, I need to get rid of this monstrosity on my face."

Gabriel wordlessly holds a straight razor up. “Don’t bleed all over it, please.”

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