Getting through the portal to Santuary was a welcome break, and a damned sight better than camping out on doorstops or foxholes. There was something both comforting and disconcerting about being on American soil through all of this, but what with all the magic flying around it couldn't be more clear that this wasn't his world, his America - which was disturbing enough in itself. He'd figured as much in his years on the island, but seeing it for himself was soemthing altogether.
It was too bad about Cage, but that was behind them now. You had to be able to do that as a soldier, even one who'd been a civilian just a few years ago like him.
Lipton was sitting outside, rifle on his lap, looking out over the reservation when Sonya opened the door and stepped out. He looked up at her, giving a nod and a half-smile. "Hey there, Lieutenant."
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on 2011-03-13 11:01 pm (UTC)It was too bad about Cage, but that was behind them now. You had to be able to do that as a soldier, even one who'd been a civilian just a few years ago like him.
Lipton was sitting outside, rifle on his lap, looking out over the reservation when Sonya opened the door and stepped out. He looked up at her, giving a nod and a half-smile. "Hey there, Lieutenant."