He reaches into his coat and pulls out his journal, now at least a third filled with the scrolls of the dead. Quickhand versions of what he'd managed to read down there. Some of it was stuff he'd put on the network, but some of it's pretty simple. He'd even done shit like write down the scant stories of kids or old housewives to go with those haughty tales of war heroes.
He hands it over to Soldat to look at. He'd taken a surprising amount of time cataloging this stuff.
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He reaches into his coat and pulls out his journal, now at least a third filled with the scrolls of the dead. Quickhand versions of what he'd managed to read down there. Some of it was stuff he'd put on the network, but some of it's pretty simple. He'd even done shit like write down the scant stories of kids or old housewives to go with those haughty tales of war heroes.
He hands it over to Soldat to look at. He'd taken a surprising amount of time cataloging this stuff.