[ Nabuca settles for sitting on the shore, parking himself so his legs are crossed. Casual conversation is awkward. His words have always had necessity. Stern, careful guidance for the other boys has fueled all of his words. He's got no troop, now. No war, no fighting, no one to take care of or keep alive.
Is all conversation going to be like this, now? Words with no urgency or obligation? That feels... weird. At least he can watch what the other does in the water. ]
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Is all conversation going to be like this, now? Words with no urgency or obligation? That feels... weird. At least he can watch what the other does in the water. ]