[It's a sound he's well familiar with at this point. One he'd certainly made himself at least once or twice, because sometimes what else could one even do, anyway? A bitter laugh, a morbid joke and then forge ever onwards. What better way to spit in the eye of fate, really?]
I wasn't asking if you did.
[Not really a chide, not really a correction, just a blunt and unyielding statement of facts as he just waited for the order to be obeyed. And obeyed it was, a thing worthy of note. Chaos definitely had not descended long enough to wear away well trained compliance, nor had the man before him broken too much to no longer see the point in harkening to the orders of a superior officer. The latter of which was well and good, honestly. As callous as Nero could be, he didn't necessarily enjoy seeing his countrymen shattered.
He took a moment to look over the weapon, inspecting the blade, the hilt and the various bolts that held it all in place, tested where they all met to ensure he heard no rattle nor felt anything loose. No ammunition just the same as his of course, but otherwise in fair state. Well used, but perfectly serviceable.]
Good, it shouldn't need any maintenance for a while longer yet. It'll certainly come in handy later, and it's good to see someone who knows their way around their own tools. You wouldn't imagine how many officers let their weapons deteriorate.
[Not once, never once, did the crisp yet casual tone drop, like nothing at all here was strange nor wrong, turning his attention back to his own weapon with a grimace.]
Though it appears no amount of maintenance can stave off the clumsy ineptitude of backwater savages.
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I wasn't asking if you did.
[Not really a chide, not really a correction, just a blunt and unyielding statement of facts as he just waited for the order to be obeyed. And obeyed it was, a thing worthy of note. Chaos definitely had not descended long enough to wear away well trained compliance, nor had the man before him broken too much to no longer see the point in harkening to the orders of a superior officer. The latter of which was well and good, honestly. As callous as Nero could be, he didn't necessarily enjoy seeing his countrymen shattered.
He took a moment to look over the weapon, inspecting the blade, the hilt and the various bolts that held it all in place, tested where they all met to ensure he heard no rattle nor felt anything loose. No ammunition just the same as his of course, but otherwise in fair state. Well used, but perfectly serviceable.]
Good, it shouldn't need any maintenance for a while longer yet. It'll certainly come in handy later, and it's good to see someone who knows their way around their own tools. You wouldn't imagine how many officers let their weapons deteriorate.
[Not once, never once, did the crisp yet casual tone drop, like nothing at all here was strange nor wrong, turning his attention back to his own weapon with a grimace.]
Though it appears no amount of maintenance can stave off the clumsy ineptitude of backwater savages.
[They scuffed it up. It's fucky now.]