[I know the march of time and plot revelations is killing me.]
God. I wish. Nothing to do with the nervous system has surfaced yet, and we're still muddling around with how the scriptures are supposed to fit together. It's a work in progress. Just not great progress.
[and at this point Camilles Georg doesn't know enough yet to say anything insightful or new i'm so sorry lowe]
[ I'm sorry also this is so funny. Granted he wouldn't have been able to say anything anyway. ]
Mm. That's fine. Even if it feels like we have no time... any time is still time.
[ He had three days. Even just one more day, maybe, and things could've been much different. Maybe. He hopes. Wonders? Can't hope about a reality that doesn't exist. ]
...Frankly, I don't like having to run to them for petty favors. I never feel like it's worth their time. I spent too long not trusting them, full stop.
Well for the record, I spoke to the overseers a decent amount. Not every day, but it's how I know they'll welcome little chatter even for a short while.
Pestilence deigned to visit me when I felt like I was on my deathbed, fresh out of the swamp, barely saved from getting bisected. If we can hold a conversation like that, I doubt you'll have an issue.
[The fact that Pesto deigned to visit him probably spoke more to his own charm than any of his medical difficulties, or reluctance on Pesto's part. Camille earned no such privileges.
She's never been all that endearing to begin with. The traits that made him so appealing looked grating on her. People liked a man who was hard to get, a bit caustic. A dose of reluctance sweetened the deal. Any woman who behaved the same was just a bitch.]
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Thank. Much appreciated.
What about you? No inquiries? I guess we're the less mysterious bunch, but I'd be remiss not to ask.
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...Made any progress on finding out what to do with the components and disrupting the ritual?
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God. I wish. Nothing to do with the nervous system has surfaced yet, and we're still muddling around with how the scriptures are supposed to fit together. It's a work in progress. Just not great progress.
[and at this point Camilles Georg doesn't know enough yet to say anything insightful or new i'm so sorry lowe]
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Mm. That's fine. Even if it feels like we have no time... any time is still time.
[ He had three days. Even just one more day, maybe, and things could've been much different. Maybe. He hopes. Wonders? Can't hope about a reality that doesn't exist. ]
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[She pats at her pocket. Remembers, swearing under her breath.]
Like cigarette access. Damn.
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...Frankly, I don't like having to run to them for petty favors. I never feel like it's worth their time. I spent too long not trusting them, full stop.
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[ Soon to be one......... ]
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I've uh...never been great at chatter. Much less being good company. I don't think they're too fond of me either.
We can't all be Karlach.
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You're all you've got on this side. I wouldn't write yourself out because it's just what you think.
Be sad if you want to, but it's easier to not do it alone.
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Pot, kettle.
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Pestilence deigned to visit me when I felt like I was on my deathbed, fresh out of the swamp, barely saved from getting bisected. If we can hold a conversation like that, I doubt you'll have an issue.
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She's never been all that endearing to begin with. The traits that made him so appealing looked grating on her. People liked a man who was hard to get, a bit caustic. A dose of reluctance sweetened the deal. Any woman who behaved the same was just a bitch.]
I'll keep it in mind.