[his smile softens a bit as he pops the lid off of the bottle and takes a swig, eyes slipping shut. aaaah, coffee. it isn't Leblanc's, but it hits the spot after nothing but stupidly sweet soda the past few days]
[he lets out a breath, soaking in the sudden rush of espresso, before he talks again, voice soft]
. . . you know. [while they're on the subject of their fellow reapers? sort of] Truthfully, I don't really know how much I can trust the others at this point, either. All of us seem to have our own set of goals, don't we?
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I might run out of battery juice halfway through if you did, and that wouldn't help anyone, would it?
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[he lets out a breath, soaking in the sudden rush of espresso, before he talks again, voice soft]
Feeling better, now?
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[She's not really better, but calmer? She can go into this with a clear head at least.]
Thank you, for helping me.
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[always]
. . . you know. [while they're on the subject of their fellow reapers? sort of] Truthfully, I don't really know how much I can trust the others at this point, either. All of us seem to have our own set of goals, don't we?