[ cont from here with @redheadrecon ]
"Because I do not normally shorten my words and speak in full sentences. Unlike most people out here..." He paused, "Also my parents made us read a lot of books as children. We had a good library."
The White Legs had burned it to the ground. There had been little left of his town when they finally reached it. It had taken weeks to dig graves and it had been too many years. Most bodies were unrecognizable apart from distinctive clothing or jewelry. Most weapons had been taken after the war, but he had managed to identify some of his father's remains, bones, by the ceremonial axe he had fought with. He knew one of his best friends by red swoosh Nikes, another by his leather jacket with lightening and T.C.B. embroidered into it.
The town was mostly left alone, a bit too far remote in Monument Valley for much of anyone to care about. Even the White Legs. Their intention was never to 'take over'... But his father's radio station had been raided. Dozens of holo tapes taken. Maybe a hundred, maybe more. Bear couldn't understand it and it made him far more angry than he could even admit.
His hometown was starting to look livable again. But it had been hard work. Eventually he stopped insisting on doing most of it on his own and let Eagle help him.
"Thank you. For everything."
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