This myth called bravery, which is half-panic, half-lunacy (in my case, all panic), pays for all; in The City you canβt be a hero and bad. Thereβs practically a law against it.
I was β
Sounds like something Iβd do β I probably meant it to, but it is what it is I was just telling you good morning is all.
If you are peeved then so be it.
β
β β are you losing your mind or something.
β β earlier you were insulting the genuine shit
β β out of me.
β β ( crossing her arms and glaring. )
I know ..
You always come up at midnight β Iβm greeting you because I enjoy your presence.
( sipping again and raising an eyebrow. )
Maybe I put too much sugarβ¦.
Iβve died my fair share of time, but never have I actually felt the fear that encapsulated my time in the war.
( sheβd strike up her own cigar and puff it away from his face. )
Maybe Iβm just a woman who remembers her failures and glory to much~
[ He dipped his head and took the offered light, taking a puff as casually as one would take a breath. ]
β Very ominous thing to say to someone whoβs died a few hundred times in the past year. . . β
. .
Oooooo ..
Very exciting experience my dear oldie .
( he could notice her now multiple wrinkles on her face, but the fact she wasnβt wearing her makeup up was a surprise. )
The smoking wonβt be the thing that kills you β>
^_^
[ He grabbed it like there wasnβt the concept of shame in the world, nesting it at the corner of his mouth. ]
β I donβt think you should be encouraging me. . . But who am I to say no to such a well thought out gift, I havenβt had one of these since I made Commissar. β¨ β
. .
( sheβd happily sit herself near the war veteran and smile . )
We can only keep you on I.Vβs for so long weβre happy youβre doing well enough to smoke again.
β Jeez. . . How long was I out? And why am I weirdly hungry. . . β
[ Gregor Samsa returns! Seems whatever bound him as the Priest is gone, for now. . . Though, who knows what could be next. ]