"Shame," he murmurs play-dejectedly when Reaper backs away, standing back up to his full height. He crosses his arms behind the small of his back.
"Oh, sure! Just like a campfire, innit? Slow-burning embers, plumes of smoke. Spent many a night in the Outback fallin' asleep ta the dance of a flickerin' fire."
He shrugs, as if comparing the perpetually burning ruins of a military-tier base to a simple campfire was already self-evident. "I ain't the one that put this much effort inta recreatin' a disaster from decades ago, though. What's up with that?"
After so many people asking him why he fashioned his own habitat after a desert wasteland, he figures he's earned the right to ask at least one person what the reason behind their decision was.
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"Shame," he murmurs play-dejectedly when Reaper backs away, standing back up to his full height. He crosses his arms behind the small of his back.
"Oh, sure! Just like a campfire, innit? Slow-burning embers, plumes of smoke. Spent many a night in the Outback fallin' asleep ta the dance of a flickerin' fire."
He shrugs, as if comparing the perpetually burning ruins of a military-tier base to a simple campfire was already self-evident. "I ain't the one that put this much effort inta recreatin' a disaster from decades ago, though. What's up with that?"
After so many people asking him why he fashioned his own habitat after a desert wasteland, he figures he's earned the right to ask at least one person what the reason behind their decision was.