"He loves me," says Bdubs, a poignant edge to his words. "/p," he adds, gaze looking over the walls of their now half ruined fort, far beyond the faces of the red scavengers circled below his position.
"If he loved you (/p) why didn't he give you a life?" The tone indicator left Grian's lips with the smallest air of derisiveness.
"Go say hello to him and see what happens, yeah," broke in Tango.
"H-he cares (/gen)," Bdubs continued over the grim natter. "He does!"














