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"speech" 'thought' text
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, themes of violence
"So, what's your opinion on Lake?"
With a frown, Mike shifted uncomfortably, voicing his opinions about other people had never been something he was all that good at. However, it wasn't like he had anything to hide, he usually spoke how he felt.
"Is this a setup? I mean, I just got asked about Cat, and now someone wants to know about Lake? What are you doing, writing a fucking memoir?" He grunted and sighed deeply,
"Oh, fine." He added after a seconds pause.
Licking his lips, he looked off into the near distance, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Lake is a hotheaded little shit... well not little." He grimaced slightly, in truth, the girl was four inches taller than him, and still growing, a bit inconvenient. It wasn't that he minded her being taller, there were a lot of people who were taller than him out there, and in the Badlands. It was just... well, weird for a girl so young to be so tall.
"That being said, she's violent, as is mostly everyone here." He shrugged, it wasn't that he didn't care for the girl, he just, had very little of an opinion on her, not having interacted with her all that often.
"She's got quite the bit of potential, though I'd be surprised if she lived long enough to utilize it... she's pretty careless about injuries..." He paused for a moment, long enough to shoot a
look who's talking Mike at himself.
"She's a scrawny thing, definitely could benefit from a sandwich, or any kind of good food to help her keep from starving, shit, at her age, height, she should be eating a hell of a lot more than she probably is getting. Damn." He frowned, not realizing that he cared enough to even voice that opinion.
And here he was trying to convince himself he was carefree, brutal, a soldier.
"Her attitude... might scare me a little bit though. I'm not scared of her per sais more like... terrified that she's going to get herself hurt and I'm somehow going to have to resolve the situation. That or she'll just get herself killed." He raised a weather worn hand to his head, scratching his scalp for a minute.
"Well, I think that's all."
