[Hector shrugs again.] Maybe I'll know once I get there.
[Likely, nowhere will be far enough to escape the past.
Sypha and Adrian have too high of expectations for Hector, a barely functioning excuse for an adult. He's just drunk straight from the bucket since he returned. He frowns, then tries checking the old shelves and cabinets that once held a bachelor's mismatch of dishes. He comes back with a single wooden cup, freshly dusted with the hem of his torn shirt. He offers it to Sypha, not quite meeting her eyes. He is a terrible host, and Rosaly would be horrified.]
Here. I'll check my old workshop. I may have another cup in there.
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[Likely, nowhere will be far enough to escape the past.
Sypha and Adrian have too high of expectations for Hector, a barely functioning excuse for an adult. He's just drunk straight from the bucket since he returned. He frowns, then tries checking the old shelves and cabinets that once held a bachelor's mismatch of dishes. He comes back with a single wooden cup, freshly dusted with the hem of his torn shirt. He offers it to Sypha, not quite meeting her eyes. He is a terrible host, and Rosaly would be horrified.]
Here. I'll check my old workshop. I may have another cup in there.