[ He can feel that sympathy. It isn't what he was going for, but he doesn't automatically bristle at it — just waits as she puts down the gun, then considers her assessment of her skills. A few words simmer to the surface as she does — Bellamy, Octavia — committed to memory and then skipped past. ]
What about juggling?
[ There's a point here. Throwing knives feels like second nature after learning to juggle, and juggling's a lot easier to practice without taking off a finger. And while he isn't feeling defensive, exactly, he can't help absently noting: ]
We're allowed a knife or two, aren't we? Down on this bloody planet.
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What about juggling?
[ There's a point here. Throwing knives feels like second nature after learning to juggle, and juggling's a lot easier to practice without taking off a finger. And while he isn't feeling defensive, exactly, he can't help absently noting: ]
We're allowed a knife or two, aren't we? Down on this bloody planet.