Fuck. You're right. I swear, if you tell me not to talk about a thing, I won't, but I don't always remember to on my own, because... honestly, I don't know why. It's something I need to work on. Badly, it seems.
(He's a good man, though, despite his past—I think you would like him if you do meet eventually. And... I don't think he was ever really given much of a choice not to join up, from what I know of his people.)
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(He's a good man, though, despite his past—I think you would like him if you do meet eventually. And... I don't think he was ever really given much of a choice not to join up, from what I know of his people.)
But yes. You did help me. A lot. Thank you.