[ a dark but momentary look flickers across his face. he's no stranger to being hated. or, at the very least, underestimated. it's no easy feat to be a gutterborn bastard in possession of an army commission. a third of his fellow officers expect him to be a drunkard; the next third envy him his hands-on experience in the ranks; the final third assume he's more beast than man. ]
Then you hide it as best you can. Still -- who could hate a wee thing like you, eh? [ he asks not because he's feeling nosy but because he wants to deflect conversation off of himself. ]
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Then you hide it as best you can. Still -- who could hate a wee thing like you, eh? [ he asks not because he's feeling nosy but because he wants to deflect conversation off of himself. ]