Mmhm. [There's relief at the fact that Netherlands understands without him even needing to speak, but he hadn't really expected otherwise. Not after this long together, and not after all they've been through. And to some degree it probably is dangerous, heading out there alone to find some odd number of pirates armed simply with his pipe, a knife and a pistol with a couple rounds. It would be foolhardy if he wasn't Russia, and in truth it still is.
He remembers Strela, remembers their dream worlds and somehow there's a deep foreboding throbbing beneath his diaphragm. Russia's not sure if it's that or the thrill of a hunt that makes it hard to breath but he's had practice in that. So he nods, breathes in and out and focuses on the flash of pale hair at the corner of his vision.]
I'll check in with you. [A pause, then softly:] I need to. It'll be alright.
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He remembers Strela, remembers their dream worlds and somehow there's a deep foreboding throbbing beneath his diaphragm. Russia's not sure if it's that or the thrill of a hunt that makes it hard to breath but he's had practice in that. So he nods, breathes in and out and focuses on the flash of pale hair at the corner of his vision.]
I'll check in with you. [A pause, then softly:] I need to. It'll be alright.