[Chris is patient for the explanation, happy to busy himself with his own food.
Crais says agriculture and for a moment, there's an almost starry look in his eye at the thought. Farming and ranching were a novelty, Melvaunt's ground wasn't rich enough to support either, which was why so many people were fishermen or manufacturers or soldiers. There was something charming to the idea of working with the land like that, even if Chris had only ever picked up one of those little hand trowels because Chastity had shoved it at him.
Then the rest registers, particularly 'conscript' and Chris' eyes narrow a moment.]
So you and he were still forced into the war, just not from birth.
[Was it better or worse to not know another life? He supposes he wouldn't know.]
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Crais says agriculture and for a moment, there's an almost starry look in his eye at the thought. Farming and ranching were a novelty, Melvaunt's ground wasn't rich enough to support either, which was why so many people were fishermen or manufacturers or soldiers. There was something charming to the idea of working with the land like that, even if Chris had only ever picked up one of those little hand trowels because Chastity had shoved it at him.
Then the rest registers, particularly 'conscript' and Chris' eyes narrow a moment.]
So you and he were still forced into the war, just not from birth.
[Was it better or worse to not know another life? He supposes he wouldn't know.]
Were you able to stay together, at least?