Date: 2007-10-21 03:37 am (UTC)
It was interesting when you could raise an eyebrow and it would actually carry its meaning across. Sometimes he forgot that he was capable of such simple motions, only to have them catch up to him at the most random moments. "Butterknives?"

What kind of training.... He should have known she'd ask, and this wasn't exactly one of the easy parts to explain. Which was saying something, clearly, if it was more complicated than being eaten alive by a giant monster. "Bounty hunting training from my father, for one. And then basic schooling, combat training, battle conditioning, strategy and tactics, mechanics and engineering, flight school. I was raised the first ten years of my life at... a military facility." But it still took that last half to make it honest, and the circles against this palm were demanding whole truths, so he pressed out, "A facility that trained a clone army."
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