[ The expression of gratitude takes Matt by surprise, and for the first time in who knows how long, a hesitant smile appears on his face. No one's ever said that to him before, no one's ever thanked him. It feels nice.
He stands up a little straighter because of it, too. If he'd been able to somehow make a difference, if things were better now, then dying would be worth it. ] Thank you, sir.
[ Once again he's thrown off-guard by something the other man says, cocking his head in confusion. ] 1918. Maybe...1919? [ He doesn't really know how long he's been dead, after all, but it's obviously been a little while. ]
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He stands up a little straighter because of it, too. If he'd been able to somehow make a difference, if things were better now, then dying would be worth it. ] Thank you, sir.
[ Once again he's thrown off-guard by something the other man says, cocking his head in confusion. ] 1918. Maybe...1919? [ He doesn't really know how long he's been dead, after all, but it's obviously been a little while. ]