[ He jogs after the other, ignoring the muscle fatigue he's starting to feel, the burn in his legs and arms from hours down here fighting. Killing. "Cleaning up" as they call it.
It's a lot of work, even for someone use to hard work. ]
Yeah, it's just been me. [ Whatever was going through Victor's mind, Yuri doesn't ask. There's too long a silence between them for Victor not to have been thinking about something- but they have far more important things at hand than worrying about thoughts, feelings, heart warming reunions.
Yuri would hate that anyway.
It's eerily quiet behind them, suddenly, and that makes Yuri's steps slow. His head turning as he squints into the darkness. There was no way that they had given up; no way that they had just backed off. They weren't that smart, but they weren't that stupid, either. It gave Yuri an uneasy feeling. ]
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It's a lot of work, even for someone use to hard work. ]
Yeah, it's just been me. [ Whatever was going through Victor's mind, Yuri doesn't ask. There's too long a silence between them for Victor not to have been thinking about something- but they have far more important things at hand than worrying about thoughts, feelings, heart warming reunions.
Yuri would hate that anyway.
It's eerily quiet behind them, suddenly, and that makes Yuri's steps slow. His head turning as he squints into the darkness. There was no way that they had given up;
no way that they had just backed off. They weren't that smart, but they weren't that stupid, either. It gave Yuri an uneasy feeling. ]