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A response that was undignified as much as it was unexpected.

Lubna had dealt with similar comments before, though they always came as a surprise. In this case, her comrade-in-arms spoke of wartime anxieties, everyone else looking unwell, calling his fellows imbeciles, albeit dispargingly, before iterating how he felt like the cold winter while uttering something in his native tongue. She thought back to Ypern and of her own people, of the expressions that they said in the streets of Goudkleurig Square. What would they say to someone who thought everything was pointless and that their bones were comparable to a dry, cold winter?

[color=997D68]“[i]Doe maar normaal dan doe je al gek genoeg.[/i]”[/color] She began as she moved forward, closer to the man and forced a wide, friendly smile. [color=997D68]“In Ypern, we say that often when times are at its most bleak. We must behave normally as this, all of it, is already quite crazy enough. Victory is only done by feigning anxiety and keeping a strong morale, after all.”[/color]

With a snap of her freehand she drew a steel flip-comb from her pocket and quickly ran it through strands of taupe and umber. Appearance was everything she reminded herself and that meant a feminine smile to instill confidence as well as her hair not being a frumpy mess.

[color=997D68]“Whatever it is that is coming for us we must repel it. I have faith that you will ensure we survive the day.”[/color]





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