Sibling Rivalry

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He touched his neck with a hand, a strange habit he obtained from people commenting on his odd cough.

Malachy didn't quite believe his sister, and what she said strengthened his thoughts. He believe that the fight would be won and they would both go back to Leeds or Cambridge and live happy and full lives. A nagging thought about what a happy and full life is, and how it would never come to them was pushed back quickly. He didn't want to think like that. Worse still, what if they lose?

"Yeah yeah," he started by his sister's comment on the cough, "If you think everything's going to end up 'lright, then what? We stay in Liberty? Go back to Bretonia, to home? What of jobs, of careers and families and..."

Realizing he was over thinking again, his voice trailed off. Mal shuffled back and forth feeling weird about this whole conversation. He normally didn't talk about stuff like this. Normally, it was about stuff back on Cambridge or Leeds, the fun games they played, the stupid little mistakes that family pokes you on about. Not about the future, not about war and worse.