[ Caleb, without the thought crossing his mind, can't bring himself to shake off his expression. It makes him look small despite his height, like he's forcing himself to not be seen long enough to register. Santiago didn't intend for him to be that careful and Petra sure as hell doesn't see the fucking point, not when he's supposed to be so powerful.
There's a small trickle up his arm that redirects his attention. Turning his head, he collects a ladybug to the back of his finger. It must be another piece of familiarity from home, he thinks. They seem to follow him everywhere. ]
You sound like you've done this before.
[ The tone doesn't come from disbelief, just the idea that someone could hypothetically go through this ordeal more than once. ]
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There's a small trickle up his arm that redirects his attention. Turning his head, he collects a ladybug to the back of his finger. It must be another piece of familiarity from home, he thinks. They seem to follow him everywhere. ]
You sound like you've done this before.
[ The tone doesn't come from disbelief, just the idea that someone could hypothetically go through this ordeal more than once. ]