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My thanks. His soul will rest in Halone's Halls away from this hell. That much is a comfort to me.

[Yet. It's a good thing that he really just wants to talk about Estinien.]

He called me a madman and refused to acknowledge that he, too, is a man with needs. I couldn't even pry his preferences from him. I haven't the saddest, soggiest idea if he would reciprocate. He still thinks that he'll die at the hands of Nidhogg, when I know for fact that he lives.

Anything I tell him he takes as the motley-minded ravings of a ninny.

Oh, he lives? That's int-- one moment.

[ She takes a minute or two to extricate herself from the Rhys-Beckett Snooze Pile™ and huddle down at the other end of the room, covering herself and the tablet with a threadbare bedsheet. This doesn't seem like it's going to be a short or easy conversation, so. Gotta take precautions to avoid waking the others.

(Except Stein. Who can still go eff himself.) ]

Okay, sorry. He lives? Huh. He was talkin to me about that whole thing a few days ago, and he spoke like his death was a foregone conclusion. Like he ends when his mission does? How long has he believed that?

[He watches with some bemused interest as she gets out of this pile of sleeping men. He can't identify them, of course, but it seems like an interesting little arrangement.]

He has always believed this, I think. Ever since we were young men serving in the lower ranks of the Temple Knights. I have told him otherwise, but he is firm in his views of the world. I have told him a great many things that diverge from what he understands, but this is the most important.

[he turns his head as his cat jumps into his lap. It settles as he pets it and he places his tablet to be propped against something.]

It doesn't help my case that my behavior is somewhat different than it used to be. I sleep less and talk more. I know it annoys him, but I cannot help it.

Hm. If he's always believed it, it's understandable that he'd have trouble adjusting. It's a little scary to be presented with the idea of a life where you can do what you want after the expectation that you'd live and die in servitude.

[ And doesn't she freaking know it. ]

You should maybe talk to one of the doctors about your sleeping and such, if it's been going on for a while. Maybe Dr. Watson. If it's a medical issue, they'll be able to fix it up easily. Way more easily than the Stibs thing. How... how sneaky are you willing to get in order to resolve that? Out of interest.

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