(You know. Frank ain't wrong. He isn't even slightly wrong. Eddie really wished he was though.
The question makes Eddie hesitate. Because, surprising literally no one, he definitely wasn't the fighting type. He had started to learn how to spar back on the station, but physically fighting people always made him feel weird.)
I don't know. I'm not really good at fighting. This guy back- I was on a station first. Which wasn't the same as my home- but this guy was helping me with knives. Other people were trying to help me learn how to spar but I'm just- I'm small? (He gestures vaguely to himself- though he could hear Tetora already telling him to knock that shit off. Size means nothing, Eddie.
Which sure, maybe, but going off a guy like Frank? Eddie would be pulverized.)
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The question makes Eddie hesitate. Because, surprising literally no one, he definitely wasn't the fighting type. He had started to learn how to spar back on the station, but physically fighting people always made him feel weird.)
I don't know. I'm not really good at fighting. This guy back- I was on a station first. Which wasn't the same as my home- but this guy was helping me with knives. Other people were trying to help me learn how to spar but I'm just- I'm small? (He gestures vaguely to himself- though he could hear Tetora already telling him to knock that shit off. Size means nothing, Eddie.
Which sure, maybe, but going off a guy like Frank? Eddie would be pulverized.)