Considering exsilium

[lessismore]

You're hesitating. Good. Because I doubt that place, a battlefield, is gonna have what I'm looking for.

Time might be a luxury I have, but not one I'm keen on wasting. If you've got nothing to offer, stick that nose of yours in someone else's damn business.

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[loyalism]

You'd be surprised what you can find on the battlefield.

[lessismore]

I've seen enough death. [On the giving and receiving end.]

[loyalism]

Haven't we all?

[lessismore]

[Wryly.]

You too, huh? These muns just won't give us a break.

[loyalism]

It's a soldier's job.

What about you? What is it you're looking for?

[lessismore]

A reason that validates saving New York.

[Despite everything, his tone implies he isn't playing any games.]

[loyalism]

You sound jaded.

[lessismore]

[He actually snorts.]

Maybe. It was a long three weeks. You said you're a soldier, right? You've probably got an idea.

[loyalism]

I have. I fight because it's all I can do. But it's not always easy to find something worth fighting for.

[lessismore]

I've got all the time in the world.

[loyalism]

Then you're luckier than most.

[onemoredeath]

There are battlefields? I think you may have a mistaken idea on what we live with.

[lessismore]

Either way, you're still fighting in a war. It's not anything I'm interested in being a part of, actively or not.

[onemoredeath]

A war that involves traveling back in time, defending a village, stealing an already stolen cargo and taking it back to where it is needed. Such bloody conflicts so far.

[lessismore]

And those are all rather convenient examples.

[onemoredeath]

Those are what we - as a whole - have done.

Although there was one moment where a group went back in time to punch dinosaurs and smoke weed with those in Woodstock.

[lessismore]

[There's a narrowing of his eyes. He's curious.]

And what purpose did that serve?

[onemoredeath]

They were having a few issues with time at that moment. I believe that it is the reason why anchovies are now the favorite pizza topping of choice.

[lessismore]

[Hah. Interesting. His words come quietly after a bit of a delay.]

Maybe I was wrong.

[Maybe.]

[onemoredeath]

How can you know? It is not like you are here?

[lessismore]

Not yet.

[onemoredeath]

Ah, good luck in that venture.