[ Yeah. This is happening. Carver holds his ground for a moment, watching Gold.
He kept the razor. He doesn't have it on him now - a line too far, in this place - but he kept it. A weapon like that, with a honed edge, it isn't something you waste.
Then Gold steps back and Carver steps in without a word, pushing his hood back. ]
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He kept the razor. He doesn't have it on him now - a line too far, in this place - but he kept it. A weapon like that, with a honed edge, it isn't something you waste.
Then Gold steps back and Carver steps in without a word, pushing his hood back. ]
Fancy.
[ Maybe. Comparatively. There's electricity, anyway. That's novel. ]