( It takes Benedikta a moment to realise what he's patting for, at which point a grim smile touches her lips in petty satisfaction that he'll be denied the small pleasure of smoking a while longer yet. In a world where it's the little things that make a huge difference between a tolerable situation and a wretched one ...
She's rather he go without. )
Please. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you crossed our paths on purpose. Another lecture about 'doing the right thing' already lined up for me, hm?
( She raises an eyebrow. A quick review of his attire would suggest that he's ... not been brought to Thorne at the very least, which settles her enough to accept the second drink that's slid her way. )
Why are you here, Cid? I have nothing to say to you — not any more.
( Will she ever admit that, in those final moments of her sanity, she'd wished she'd listenend to him? No. If she has it her way, she'll take that with her to her grave again. )
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( It takes Benedikta a moment to realise what he's patting for, at which point a grim smile touches her lips in petty satisfaction that he'll be denied the small pleasure of smoking a while longer yet. In a world where it's the little things that make a huge difference between a tolerable situation and a wretched one ...
She's rather he go without. )
Please. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you crossed our paths on purpose. Another lecture about 'doing the right thing' already lined up for me, hm?
( She raises an eyebrow. A quick review of his attire would suggest that he's ... not been brought to Thorne at the very least, which settles her enough to accept the second drink that's slid her way. )
Why are you here, Cid? I have nothing to say to you — not any more.
( Will she ever admit that, in those final moments of her sanity, she'd wished she'd listenend to him? No. If she has it her way, she'll take that with her to her grave again. )