[He reaches forward, cuts a piece with his spoon, and holds it out for her.]
We can't fly.
[It's the first time he's managed to articulate the problem for himself, and he exhales, looks down at the table, seeing the patterns, before meeting her eyes.]
Can't really do what you're meant to as freely as you'd like here. It's life in a war zone.
[And he's used to it. He missed it. He feels sick, all of a sudden, and pushes it back down.]
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We can't fly.
[It's the first time he's managed to articulate the problem for himself, and he exhales, looks down at the table, seeing the patterns, before meeting her eyes.]
Can't really do what you're meant to as freely as you'd like here. It's life in a war zone.
[And he's used to it. He missed it. He feels sick, all of a sudden, and pushes it back down.]