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  1. The Maroon camp was buzzing with a strange energy that evening.
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  3. After a won battle someone could think everything just become calm and slow, perfectly opposed to the fight itself, but Flint knew better.
  4. After a few minutes to savor the victory, everyone remembered that there were still many things to do. Wounded to transport to camp and look after, dead to be counted and take care of before diseased could occurred, prisoner to collect, scouts to be sent to make sure the retreat of the enemy was final, and many more tasks to assign and decisions. to be made.
  5. Everyone still had a job to be done, with the adrenaline still circulating strong through their veins.
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  7. After a while Flint stopped and leaned on a tree, a bottle in his hand, watching people move and talk and drag and cry in front of him. Sometimes someone stopped to ask him for new directions, he told most of them to just go rest for a while: they would need lookouts for the night, and the majority of men will not be able to do it if the all kept working sustained only by the rush of adrenaline that will soon drop.
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  9. “Dobbs is dead.”
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  11. Sometimes Flint thought about how many times he would be surprised by the sudden appearance of Silver by his side if it weren’t for that peg leg (the noise of leaves trusting under it had been evident five or six steps ago).
  12. Stealth had clearly been a truly valuable skill for him before and now was lost forever.
  13. He turned to see Silver leaning heavily on a tree a few feet from his own.
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  15. “ I know.”
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  17. “ I’ve killed my fair amount of people during my life, you know? For a lot of different reasons, some of them selfish… most of them, really. Some of them less so, like save someone I wanted on my side, never something really righteous I admit. Until recently I’ve never killed without real reason, without knowing that the person in front of me was about to aim me or someone on my side of some dispute or another. But I’ve never saw it in a rightful way. I’ve never killed in that way, the way I saw you do it countless times, but I’ve never put myself above it. I could not see myself do it, but not in a moral way, I just thought it wasn’t me, you understand what I’m saying?”
  18. He stopped talking, and looked at Flint expectantly, maybe to be sure he really understood before finishing his thought. So Flint nodded once and Silver continued.
  19. “ With Defresne, I did it to make a point and also out of pure irrational anger. No one in danger, no real motive, I could have found a thousand of other way to win the crowd in that tavern, some of I already had them in my mind in that moment. We were, ultimately, just talking. I didn’t need to kill him, for any reason other that my wanting to. I never would have thought that something so raw, brute, could be that much satisfying.”
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  21. He took a deep breath, Flint was still watching him, but now Silver wasn’t returning his gaze, opting instead on facing the sky, that was quickly darkening.
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  23. He didn’t talk for a few minutes but Flint didn’t prompt him to continue, he was curious to see where he was heading. It had been fascinating watching Silver in the past few months. It felt like every moment, every second of every day, was a crucial part of a transformation that was happening before his eyes.
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  25. Miranda used to saw quilts after arriving in Nassau. She used to make patchwork with every pieces of fabric imaginable, all colors and shapes and cloth. So every time Flint would come home to her, he would find new parts added, Miranda final idea for it a little more visible, but still not quite, until the day he’d come to find it finished, complete. The design finally clear, but all the pieces still discernible, he could recognize parts of it from when they had been added, maybe parts that didn’t make sense to him at the time they had been sewed, but at the end all necessary for the final result.
  26. Lately he could see Silver as a patchwork in progress. In constant grow, becoming something more, he was the quilt and the sewer both, he himself not knowing what the new experience would make him into. Flint couldn’t take his eyes from it, from him. He didn’t want to. If he distract himself from it for a second he could miss a new extraordinary addiction.
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  28. “ And now, knowing that I sent a man to his death, a man who accepted a nearly suicide task out of respect and fear of me,a man who I filled with shame in order to obey to my every request, I feel a weight I didn’t feel for any of my actual killings. The one time I wasn’t the one to strike the bow, shoot the bullet, is the time I feel wrong, after. I feel wrong.”
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  30. He turned to look at Flint again. And this was exactly it. Another turn, another change, another grow, a piece of cloth to be added until, hopefully, one day, Flint, and Silver, could finally see the final design.
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