The Salle, Monday Morning Through Afternoon

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Slashing the training dummies to ribbons could start to feel a little repetitive at times, sure, but that didn't stop Alec from spending at least an hour at it every day. Even as stuffing started to emerge from the many wounds Alec was inflicting on his targets, he kept at it, cutting and slicing away until well past the point when a normal human's arms would have gotten tired.

Even preoccupied, Alec was always very attentive to outside stimuli, which was why his head snapped up and he dropped his sword into a nonthreatening position when he heard a strange voice.

"...can we fight it by remembering?"

The voice was too clear and loud to have come from outside, but there was nobody in the doorway, or anywhere else in the salle.

"Hello?" Alec said uncertainly as he looked at his Sensor. But it didn't detect anything.

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Alec followed Chuck's example and resumed his practicing as Chuck spoke, slicing away at the poor training dummy. When he responded, he didn't bother to pause. "Same with us," he replied a little breathlessly. "My parabatai's my adopted brother. It would be stupid to choose someone you didn't know for sure you'd want in your life until one of you died."

He put down his sword, exhaling slowly. "But you choose when you're a kid, so you have to be sure."

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"What if your partner dies?" Chuck asked.

Because getting stuck with that kind of thing didn't seem like a very feasible combat strategy.