[ He sits, leaning the curtain-pole-crutch against the empty chair. And he just holds his face in his left hand for a long time. He can feel Sypha staring at him, can feel her infuriating pity and sense as her hands occasionally rise up and almost touch his shoulders before falling back to her knife and fork and poking at her food.
He has thoroughly ruined dinner. ]
Do you really think that you can keep this shit under control?
[ His food is getting cold by the time he speaks, and he isn't looking at anything at all. ]
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He has thoroughly ruined dinner. ]
Do you really think that you can keep this shit under control?
[ His food is getting cold by the time he speaks, and he isn't looking at anything at all. ]