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Twang and zip.

"Blast."

Eustace lowers his bow and eyes the target he's set up. His aim is pulling to the right. He sighs -- it's because he's distracted -- and retrieves his arrows.

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". . . Ah."

The ground becoms very interesting for a moment.

"Well. They can expect all they like of you -- and you can too -- but we'll never be anyone but us." He shrugs. "We're not our parents."

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One more arrow loosed.

"I am sorry. It's all too common for me, this cursed melancholy. Normally I keep away from people until it passes."

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He shakes his head.

"No need to apologize."

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He hands the bow back to Eustace.

"Your form is good, when you're not distracted."

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Smiling -- "Thanks. One of these days I may go out into the forest, try hunting again -- I understand there are rabbits."

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"So I've heard. You may want company for a first hunt, though; they can be trickier than expected, even with rabbits as the prey."

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He nods. "I'm out of practice, I expect -- it's been months since Tirian and Pole and I were hunting in Narnia."

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"...I forget you've been to Narnia after my time. You've more experience than I remember."

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His smile is just a little tight.

"Yes, well. I still don't know how to ride properly."

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"Soemthing I can remedy, with luck."

His own smile is not exactly an easy one.

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"That'd be brilliant."