[He doesn't bother snapping at her, or even turning back round to face her. Instead, the utterance is quite flat and lacking in any discernable emotion.
Awful. He doesn't think of it like that anymore -- he tries to avoid thinking about what his life had been before, and as such, he tends not to entertain terms like 'awful' when contemplating it all. The only time he ever gives it much thought is his birthdays, when he writes the letters he destroys almost immediately after and even then, he's aware that as much of what he writes is fiction as it is reality.
He remains quiet for a little longer, thinking. Then, quite suddenly, he spins back round, speaking as if the previous few minutes hadn't occurred at all.]
You know, I've not spent any time in any of the taverns here. I think I'd be quite disappointed with myself if I were to wake up tomorrow and find I'd missed out on that opportunity entirely.
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[He doesn't bother snapping at her, or even turning back round to face her. Instead, the utterance is quite flat and lacking in any discernable emotion.
Awful. He doesn't think of it like that anymore -- he tries to avoid thinking about what his life had been before, and as such, he tends not to entertain terms like 'awful' when contemplating it all. The only time he ever gives it much thought is his birthdays, when he writes the letters he destroys almost immediately after and even then, he's aware that as much of what he writes is fiction as it is reality.
He remains quiet for a little longer, thinking. Then, quite suddenly, he spins back round, speaking as if the previous few minutes hadn't occurred at all.]
You know, I've not spent any time in any of the taverns here. I think I'd be quite disappointed with myself if I were to wake up tomorrow and find I'd missed out on that opportunity entirely.