[ yes. and he will be just as devastated that there are three and jacopo is a head!! god!!!! ]
And you called me needy. [ it's a joke that lands flat, even if the light, easygoing expression feels a little forced. reasonably, he knows that the people who die are thrown into a healing area and they're being taken care of.
but that doesn't change what will happen before then. it doesn't change the pain of someone being hunted, fighting for their life, and eventually being killed. it doesn't change being alone in the dark, not knowing if someone will figure out the truth. and maybe that's only a part of what bothers him.
still. as much as he would love to keep jacopo here and maybe just... do something stupid, like hide him somewhere until the morning, anything to try and stop this, realistically he knows he can't. not just because he's powerless, but because jacopo won't let him. he watches as he slides off the stool, his own martini barely touched as he turns to collect the dirty glass. ]
I'll think about it. Maybe next time we meet I will. [ ...he should try to stop him. but he knows better, even if there's some amount of guilt attached to watching him walk away. ] ... good luck.
[ "be careful" goes unsaid, as does "I'm sorry." they're just words, but he thinks the sentiments are expressed enough. ]
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And you called me needy. [ it's a joke that lands flat, even if the light, easygoing expression feels a little forced. reasonably, he knows that the people who die are thrown into a healing area and they're being taken care of.
but that doesn't change what will happen before then. it doesn't change the pain of someone being hunted, fighting for their life, and eventually being killed. it doesn't change being alone in the dark, not knowing if someone will figure out the truth. and maybe that's only a part of what bothers him.
still. as much as he would love to keep jacopo here and maybe just... do something stupid, like hide him somewhere until the morning, anything to try and stop this, realistically he knows he can't. not just because he's powerless, but because jacopo won't let him. he watches as he slides off the stool, his own martini barely touched as he turns to collect the dirty glass. ]
I'll think about it. Maybe next time we meet I will. [ ...he should try to stop him. but he knows better, even if there's some amount of guilt attached to watching him walk away. ] ... good luck.
[ "be careful" goes unsaid, as does "I'm sorry." they're just words, but he thinks the sentiments are expressed enough. ]