[Edward grimaces at the news that there are hazards under their feet, but he can deal with some broken glass. He's wearing a pair of heavy boots so he doubts anything will get through them. He just needs to work on not falling.]
Can you keep hold of my hand once we land, please? My balance isn't the finest.
[There is plenty of suspension of belief Edward is willing to engage with; most of the war felt like a nightmare anyway, with all logic and rules about life thrown to the side so men could throw themselves into the meat grinder. He's rarely sure on what's real or not anymore. But she does say something that immediately catches his attention, something so huge and glaring that it blots out everything else.]
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[Edward grimaces at the news that there are hazards under their feet, but he can deal with some broken glass. He's wearing a pair of heavy boots so he doubts anything will get through them. He just needs to work on not falling.]
Can you keep hold of my hand once we land, please? My balance isn't the finest.
[There is plenty of suspension of belief Edward is willing to engage with; most of the war felt like a nightmare anyway, with all logic and rules about life thrown to the side so men could throw themselves into the meat grinder. He's rarely sure on what's real or not anymore. But she does say something that immediately catches his attention, something so huge and glaring that it blots out everything else.]
The first world war?
[Oh no, oh no, oh no...]
You mean... there's a second one?