{ Children of Hurin Starters }

“Victors do have the habit of bragging about their accomplishments,” Charles’ agreement was rough and dismissive – he could think of few ‘great battles’ in recent years that were anything more than wholesale slaughter in the name of fucking profits.
Of course, in order to live with that shit, the winners had to turn it into something worth talking about so that their ‘civilized’ existences could maintain itself and not collapse inward under the weight of hypocrisy it barely functioned beneath as it was.
Glancing over at Jack, he relented slightly – if only because he knew there’d be no real discouraging him, and it was better to have him go off in high spirits than have him spend the next fuck knew how long in an effort to convince Vane that his story was absolutely relevant somehow.
“So what did they do? I’m assuming their victory applies to our plan somehow?”