24th step: Quiet

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[The feed switches on to a shadowy scene, a small room lit by a strong, crackling fire in a central pit. Saul is crouched close to the fire, poking at some fish that are spitted and roasting over it. He's telling a story, so it sounds: his voice is low, yet rich, calling back old memories.] - by the time we pulled him out, he was as cold and stiff

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[umbrellapirate]

Humans do that often, do they?

[favorthebold]

Do what, dome?

[umbrellapirate]

Pull the dead from the rubble, treat them like there's still something left in their corpses, eat them.

[favorthebold]

Well, you eat what you must. But I left their special brand of meat to the Northerners, myself.

[umbrellapirate]

It didn't taste good enough?

[favorthebold]

I have no idea, dome, I didn't touch it. They may be less or more than men, but I am not.

[umbrellapirate]

Too bad. I was a little curious.

[favorthebold]

Well, I cannot blame you, if you are as you claim not human.

[umbrellapirate]

Ah, well. It would be pretty strange for a human to do many things I do.

[favorthebold]

I've found that this place stretches my definition of human near thin.

[umbrellapirate]

Does it?

The lack of variety is ever so dull for me.

[favorthebold]

Have you met doma Unohana?

[umbrellapirate]

Not as of yet, but it seems I've been invited to her home by a woman no longer present.

But a place for the ill is no place for me.

[favorthebold]

Oh, it's not the ill that you're after, dome, it's she who mends them. Further from human you'll hardly find.

[umbrellapirate]

...She's strong?

[favorthebold]

The strongest. And I include even myself in this count.