Oh, I always look good. I'm not worried about that.

[He says as he plants a fist on his hip and raises his head. No one is around to take photos of this handsome model or truly admire him.]

We'll make it. I heard we usually do. [His voice softens. Taryon must assure himself that he will leave this mission intact by speaking the possibility into existence.] I'll make sure to see you right after the battle...

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Ishmael. [He needed a moment to remember her name. He's not good with these sorts of things.]