[Here, Stephen surprises him. Takeshi's concern had been in the alien of it, that he came from a world where it was a known variable that any lover or partner could be wearing a body different from the one they were born with. Could be wearing a different body tomorrow. Stephen, like most of the others here, didn't have that experience, and Takeshi had expected some alarm over the concept, doubts raised over their intimacy, the validity of it.
Perhaps that was still to come. But the immediate was instead something rooted in concern for his deaths, and the dip of Takeshi's expression is tinged almost rueful in the face of that care.]
I was a soldier, Stephen. [Context Stephen already had, but now had to pair with the rest, the reality of a place where bodies were disposable, replaceable, the one true infinite resource to the human race.] More times than I can count.
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Perhaps that was still to come. But the immediate was instead something rooted in concern for his deaths, and the dip of Takeshi's expression is tinged almost rueful in the face of that care.]
I was a soldier, Stephen. [Context Stephen already had, but now had to pair with the rest, the reality of a place where bodies were disposable, replaceable, the one true infinite resource to the human race.] More times than I can count.