[ That gets a ghost of a smile. Barely there. Sometimes he shows his teeth to beg a reaction, to make the world loud to match the noise rattling through his skull. It isn't always a conscious choice and he hates himself in the aftermath when it's not; such an abject loss of control is the worst kind of sin and there's no one but his ghosts to call him to account for it. ]
No room for that back home, [ Carver replies simply. ] Only people who needed to know me was my team. Everyone else was a threat.
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No room for that back home, [ Carver replies simply. ] Only people who needed to know me was my team. Everyone else was a threat.