And a good still. [He takes another drink] ... mmm, there's nothing like proper firewater.
[Not that the police agree, but who in Lowtown really cares for the police?]
Or that's what Sarge used to say. He would have loved this.
[Sarge had been one of those rare officers from Lowtown - one of the boys and not some higher class dandy playing at war. Sarge had been hard but fair. Sarge had had three daughters.
Sarge had died when their unit had been used as bait to draw the enemy out, along with too many Lowtown boys.
But it's been long enough since then that Law can separate the good memories from the bad. He can remember Sarge without flashing back to the time of his demise.
It's hard though. But people like Sarge were worth remembering.]
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[Not that the police agree, but who in Lowtown really cares for the police?]
Or that's what Sarge used to say. He would have loved this.
[Sarge had been one of those rare officers from Lowtown - one of the boys and not some higher class dandy playing at war. Sarge had been hard but fair. Sarge had had three daughters.
Sarge had died when their unit had been used as bait to draw the enemy out, along with too many Lowtown boys.
But it's been long enough since then that Law can separate the good memories from the bad. He can remember Sarge without flashing back to the time of his demise.
It's hard though. But people like Sarge were worth remembering.]