[She murmurs it into his back, careful not to let her voice crack. He can't help it. Neither can she. But she has to hold up for him, at least until she can get back to her own place.]
I know. I miss him too. Just let me take care of the plants, okay? I'm no green thumb normally, but I'll figure it out.
[She doesn't expect that request, but logically, if some of it goes to her, less of it goes to him. And... it can't hurt, right? It's not like she'll get tipsy off one glass. Probably.
So, without moving too far, she reaches over him to pour herself a glass one-handedly. When she finishes and moves back, she looks at him.]
[ He shrugs listlessly, refilling his glass again with the last of the bottle's contents. This time he drinks at a more moderate pace. ]
The last time I drank with company other than yourself or Felih was in the army. Strong spirits would warm us as we kept vigil in the trenches. Just a sip to relax the mind but not enough to numb it. There was no knowing when a mage would suddenly rain fire upon our heads after all.
I suppose. You probably got to know the other soldiers pretty well that way... perhaps even came to care about them a little?
[The lilt in her voice is suggestive. More than a nation or a grand heroic cause, it's much easier to fight for people you care about, even if on a smaller scale. That's how it is for her, anyway.]
[ Another short bout of silence. He doesn't think he needs to mention that many of the men he drank with had not returned home at the end of their campaign. ]
But when one loves and loses constantly with each turn of the star, love begins to lose its meaning and loss becomes a bitter medicine to swallow. Better, then, to never love or lose ever again.
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[She murmurs it into his back, careful not to let her voice crack. He can't help it. Neither can she. But she has to hold up for him, at least until she can get back to her own place.]
I know. I miss him too. Just let me take care of the plants, okay? I'm no green thumb normally, but I'll figure it out.
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[ He slowly pulls himself up off the table, staring despondently at the wine. He feels little urge to drink it now.
Perhaps he was right. Perhaps life is meaningless after all... ]
Help me finish the bottle first.
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[She doesn't expect that request, but logically, if some of it goes to her, less of it goes to him. And... it can't hurt, right? It's not like she'll get tipsy off one glass. Probably.
So, without moving too far, she reaches over him to pour herself a glass one-handedly. When she finishes and moves back, she looks at him.]
Misery loves company, huh?
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The last time I drank with company other than yourself or Felih was in the army. Strong spirits would warm us as we kept vigil in the trenches. Just a sip to relax the mind but not enough to numb it. There was no knowing when a mage would suddenly rain fire upon our heads after all.
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[The lilt in her voice is suggestive. More than a nation or a grand heroic cause, it's much easier to fight for people you care about, even if on a smaller scale. That's how it is for her, anyway.]
It's not wrong to love and lose, you know.
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But when one loves and loses constantly with each turn of the star, love begins to lose its meaning and loss becomes a bitter medicine to swallow. Better, then, to never love or lose ever again.