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He does not know whether to run, or to take the hand extended to him.
The man is old, gruff. His eyes glint like emeralds, deep-set in the dirty innermost workings of his face. He has not shaved for a while; grey-black whiskers have sprouted from his chin and upper lip. Had they been in a different world, perhaps he would have nodded to him on the street — a sign of respect for his elders, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with pieces of wood falling around his ears and the sound of gunfire in the distance, he must choose whether to accept the help of his enemy or embrace almost certain death.
It does not take him long to decide his own fate.
The man is old, gruff. His eyes glint like emeralds, deep-set in the dirty innermost workings of his face. He has not shaved for a while; grey-black whiskers have sprouted from his chin and upper lip. Had they been in a different world, perhaps he would have nodded to him on the street — a sign of respect for his elders, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with pieces of wood falling around his ears and the sound of gunfire in the distance, he must choose whether to accept the help of his enemy or embrace almost certain death.
It does not take him long to decide his own fate.