[He hums an affirmative, because what else can he do? That's not some conceited existential question either: Tim finds it difficult, physically, to muster up the energy for much more. He's already made his peace with his failures, but rummaging around where Bruce's ashes must be, intermingled with the remains of dozens- hundreds?- others, Tim's body moves on its own accord just like it's done dozens of times before.
He's never been hungry before. He's thin and has bags under the bags under his eyes. Under his coat is Holland March's pistol. That's also something he's never done before.
But death is familiar, and the physical effects of it on the living is... easier to muscle through. So Tim just makes a face at the rabbit's foot he just brushed a hand against and sighs as he stands, straightens up.] Yeah.
[Things die. You can't stop it.]
The slath-- sorry, the slaughter house. [Animals die. You can't stop it.] I was going to move the cages and surviving... hardware, out that way. There's already heaps of wires and kennels in there. We can supplement or MacGyver something... needed.
[He's seen the man around. Doesn't know him. He thinks he's seen the man with a dog. Milton is different now, though, and Tim's unsure of who he needs to announce his... return to. Who he has to report to.
People die. You can't stop it.
Tim stifles a cough, which is more annoying than anything.]
The timber can go to... the Community Center? The roof never got, uh. Maintenance. After the big blizzard in January. [December? Time marches on and he can't stop it.]
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He's never been hungry before. He's thin and has bags under the bags under his eyes. Under his coat is Holland March's pistol. That's also something he's never done before.
But death is familiar, and the physical effects of it on the living is... easier to muscle through. So Tim just makes a face at the rabbit's foot he just brushed a hand against and sighs as he stands, straightens up.] Yeah.
[Things die. You can't stop it.]
The slath-- sorry, the slaughter house. [Animals die. You can't stop it.] I was going to move the cages and surviving... hardware, out that way. There's already heaps of wires and kennels in there. We can supplement or MacGyver something... needed.
[He's seen the man around. Doesn't know him. He thinks he's seen the man with a dog. Milton is different now, though, and Tim's unsure of who he needs to announce his... return to. Who he has to report to.
People die. You can't stop it.
Tim stifles a cough, which is more annoying than anything.]
The timber can go to... the Community Center? The roof never got, uh. Maintenance. After the big blizzard in January. [December? Time marches on and he can't stop it.]