[He relaxes slightly, and even manages to retract his claws somewhat. What he does instead, for just a moment, is allow his eyes to turn yellow and slit-pupilled, before willing them back to normal.]
I confess I know very little of war. I remember... fighting. But not exactly in a war. [Except from hazy memories of a battlefield under a bloated moon, but he has no idea where to fit that into the rest.]
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[He relaxes slightly, and even manages to retract his claws somewhat. What he does instead, for just a moment, is allow his eyes to turn yellow and slit-pupilled, before willing them back to normal.]
I confess I know very little of war. I remember... fighting. But not exactly in a war. [Except from hazy memories of a battlefield under a bloated moon, but he has no idea where to fit that into the rest.]