（ he very rarely reads in public — he can multitask, certainly, but any crow worth the iron in their blood knows that anything that necessitates any sort of focus makes for an easy mark. every ounce of him is on high alert — he barely so much as eats in public.
so instead, he is tucked away behind the lee of one of the aid tents sitting on a bench he's dragged there. it gives him a clear field of vision, the walls of the dragon's body and sightlines that a sniper would envy.
the puzzle itself is easy. he has always had an excellent head for mathematics and logistics. it's the morality where he gets fuzzy, because frankly he would sooner shove everyone else off the bridge entirely were it a matter of people. ）
I suppose that may have been difficult for a child, or a fool.
（ he doesn't send her the answer. it isn't worth the effort of typing it out. he's almost offended by how simplistic it was. ）
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so instead, he is tucked away behind the lee of one of the aid tents sitting on a bench he's dragged there. it gives him a clear field of vision, the walls of the dragon's body and sightlines that a sniper would envy.
the puzzle itself is easy. he has always had an excellent head for mathematics and logistics. it's the morality where he gets fuzzy, because frankly he would sooner shove everyone else off the bridge entirely were it a matter of people. ）
I suppose that may have been difficult for a child, or a fool.
（ he doesn't send her the answer. it isn't worth the effort of typing it out. he's almost offended by how simplistic it was. ）