[ eddie lets out a deep sigh at that, and nods in agreement. he hasn't been involved in nearly anything like clarke has, but he can appreciate the dangers involved in handling weapons one might not be ready for.
like handing a kid a recurve bow and expecting him to be able to hit a deer. it's a memory that he hasn't even thought of in years, having spent far too much time burying almost everything associated with his father deep down where it wouldn't flood back to the surface. ]
My dad taught me, [ he blurts out, blinking in confusion, like maybe he hadn't really meant to say that out loud. ]
Oh. Thank you, I could uh. I could probably draw more, if you wanted. [ as if he needs the excuse to focus on a distraction. ] And if we do find a bow and arrow, maybe I can help with that.
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like handing a kid a recurve bow and expecting him to be able to hit a deer. it's a memory that he hasn't even thought of in years, having spent far too much time burying almost everything associated with his father deep down where it wouldn't flood back to the surface. ]
My dad taught me, [ he blurts out, blinking in confusion, like maybe he hadn't really meant to say that out loud. ]
Oh. Thank you, I could uh. I could probably draw more, if you wanted. [ as if he needs the excuse to focus on a distraction. ] And if we do find a bow and arrow, maybe I can help with that.