[Nate strolls up to Pratt addressing him, and shrugs with both hands in his jacket pockets. The landscape around the old ruins of the library is as blighted and empty as anything else in this tundra, though they both know better than to think it keeps them safe. The rifle he mentioned is slung over his shoulder, the Beretta snug against his side beneath the coat.
He doesn't go anywhere these days unarmed.]
You wouldn't have been able to read anything in it, anyway. [Nate kicks a small rock, watching it skitter across scraped marble.] All the books were in a language even I don't know.
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[Nate strolls up to Pratt addressing him, and shrugs with both hands in his jacket pockets. The landscape around the old ruins of the library is as blighted and empty as anything else in this tundra, though they both know better than to think it keeps them safe. The rifle he mentioned is slung over his shoulder, the Beretta snug against his side beneath the coat.
He doesn't go anywhere these days unarmed.]
You wouldn't have been able to read anything in it, anyway. [Nate kicks a small rock, watching it skitter across scraped marble.] All the books were in a language even I don't know.