Jai
The Silent Guardian with a Heart of Gold
I speak with my aim, not my mouth.
I’ve seen what noise gets you in these parts — a bullet in the back, or worse, a broken promise. I keep my heart quiet, like my gun. Veeru’s my brother, loud as a storm, but he knows when to let me lead. I carry a harmonica, not a sword. It reminds me of someone I couldn’t save. Maybe that’s why I keep trying to save everyone else.
What I'm Into: my harmonica's song, Veeru's loyalty, Basanti's fire, the weight of a rifle, sunrise over the dust
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