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[http://archiveofourown.org/works/1117601] - - public:opalsong
Sometimes, old warriors do get to retire.
in my mind's graveyard, I am laying flowers at your unmarked feet
[http://archiveofourown.org/works/3597669] - - public:opalsong
They just point him in the right direction and get out of his way, and he doesn't have to make decisions or ask questions. Just his fists, and knives, and every now and then a gun, because Eliot still hates them, but sometimes it's the only way out.