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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabrieltable.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> There was no need for a mouthy speech, as Gabriel had no need for such a thing. He was short-spoken and had no qualms with this. Eloquence was not necessary to survive; he saved haughty speech for the words of God and his followers. So Rurik’s toast suited the Aquila, who swallowed the vodka in one gulp. It was a familiar burn, one that he had not tasted in a long time. Now, older, he knew his limits and did not intend to be laid out as he had by binge drinking. Rurik’s posture made a smile come to Gabriel’s face, mostly because it struck him as humorous. He seemed like a man seeking confession, something that Gabriel had seen in Scintilla. Of course, those confessions often ended with their POW led off to be hunted down. His commanders had no room for mercy, and Gabriel remained obedient to their whims. “I was thinking about my kids. They’ve been gone for a long time, now.” A shrug, dismissive. It was beyond either of their control, and in God’s hands. |