No, it's not. [ Carter passes him a sympathetic smile, drinks his cereal milk, and shakes his head. ] Wasn't kids too, this time. There's that. And I would say we never learn, but I think it's more that fate doesn't really care. [ He's that kind of casual that comes with forcing himself to box up his feelings and not think too much of them. ]
I know, right? [ Carter reaches up to pull the collar of his shirt down, exposing the last remnants of a mark. They're faint; you'd have to know what you were looking for to pick them out. ] Mostly.
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Rip cocks a brow, pressing the thermos to his lip but not taking a drink. ]
...has your mark faded?
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[ Carter reaches up to pull the collar of his shirt down, exposing the last remnants of a mark. They're faint; you'd have to know what you were looking for to pick them out. ] Mostly.