[ Practically rote: ] Fix your teeth. Straighten them out. Seal your cavities. Bad teeth are an imperfection, and must be fixed according to standards.
[ The tip of his tongue pushes against the back of his teeth, and Harvish almost gnashes at the feeling of a chipped tooth. The metal stapled to his lip clacks against the enamel, a reminder of what he cannot change—you can only affect those around you, the Captain had said, but never yourself.
You'll never meet the standards of the city that you serve. It's the doctrine of the Captain's unit. He knows it makes them strong. ]
You don't have to take them out if you don't want to. [ To him, these words are kind. ]
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[ The tip of his tongue pushes against the back of his teeth, and Harvish almost gnashes at the feeling of a chipped tooth. The metal stapled to his lip clacks against the enamel, a reminder of what he cannot change—you can only affect those around you, the Captain had said, but never yourself.
You'll never meet the standards of the city that you serve. It's the doctrine of the Captain's unit. He knows it makes them strong. ]
You don't have to take them out if you don't want to. [ To him, these words are kind. ]