[ from hook to grips, jayce secures himself on the wall and— lets out a quip of breath, for two separate reasons. one, because he doesn't need to breathe. the state of his chest is, ugh. the reason it's all wrapped up and behind bandages and a shirt. most of the time.
the second reason was that, despite his bulk (although he's been bigger, had much more muscle mass in the past— lost it to starvation), he doesn't quite fit the role offered. in fact, the implication turns his stomach a bit. ]
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the second reason was that, despite his bulk (although he's been bigger, had much more muscle mass in the past— lost it to starvation), he doesn't quite fit the role offered. in fact, the implication turns his stomach a bit. ]
I'm no soldier.