"La Lechuza." Terrible accent? Yes, yes it was, but hell he at least pronounced it correctly enough, "That's who you are."
He'd been using that silence, rolling over what else he remembered of things spoken of during the quiet moments between the hell of the battlefield during the crisis. Little fragments here and there, and his own reading through various books on history; while most of it had been of battle he had stumbled across other little interesting things.
Head tilted, glancing down at the burrito Reaper. "With how much you bitch and moan due to shit that was your own choice, the one with the weeping would have been better if they were going to hit you that close."
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He'd been using that silence, rolling over what else he remembered of things spoken of during the quiet moments between the hell of the battlefield during the crisis. Little fragments here and there, and his own reading through various books on history; while most of it had been of battle he had stumbled across other little interesting things.
Head tilted, glancing down at the burrito Reaper. "With how much you bitch and moan due to shit that was your own choice, the one with the weeping would have been better if they were going to hit you that close."