Yeah, understandable. [...] I know there's not really much I can do to help, but I figure I'll make the offer anyway. Anything I can do to... make the entire thing less worse?
[This is more generousity than she probably deserves.
And it hurts. Because it never used to feel that way. Before now she had little reason to be ashamed of her failings, because at least she got to try. What did she really do today? Run around like a maniac?]
[Bless him. She pours herself a shot at once and fishes out a pack of bubblegum. From the vending machines, of course. She pops that in, chewing vigorously yet somehow, still daintily.]
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Charles.
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[She flips a hand over, half-heartedly gesturing in the air.]
Being held hostage by faceless, murderous maniacs with nowhere to go.
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Yeah, understandable. [...] I know there's not really much I can do to help, but I figure I'll make the offer anyway. Anything I can do to... make the entire thing less worse?
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And it hurts. Because it never used to feel that way. Before now she had little reason to be ashamed of her failings, because at least she got to try. What did she really do today? Run around like a maniac?]
...Can you order me some whisky?
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[he will go grab some whisky, and some ale for himself so this doesn't result in an awkward situation where he watches her drink alone.]
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Did you know Luke had a sickness of some kind?
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[should've realized then that he was the source, but. too late for that now.]
Didn't seem like he wanted people knowing, so I kept quiet.