I meant for your cult buddies. Imagine plotting a nefarious plan for 200 years and getting creamed right at the finish line.
[Making light of it helps shave off the edge of awkwardness. It's a violent confession, uncomfortable, but not intimate. Not in any way that she might discern.
He doesn't seem open to sweet words of comfort anyhow.]
I'd toast to your good health if I had a drink. You'll have to settle with plain well wishes instead.
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[Awful long while to wait for a plot to bear fruit. Then again his age on the profile had stuck out like a sore thumb.]
Even more the pity.
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[Making light of it helps shave off the edge of awkwardness. It's a violent confession, uncomfortable, but not intimate. Not in any way that she might discern.
He doesn't seem open to sweet words of comfort anyhow.]
I'd toast to your good health if I had a drink. You'll have to settle with plain well wishes instead.