[Well, when you put it like that... Six shifts in his chair, uncomfortably.]
Er... hem! Ah, yes, well, I rather meant before... that. Happened. [Tip-toeing around actually saying the words 'died' or 'death'.] Anyway, I quite take your point. Yes.
I actually don't know how they were before. Well, not much, at least. Still, after what happened, I don't think what happened before really matters, do you?
And, well... [he holds his hands out in a vague gesture.] You saw him when she was dying.
...oh yeah, in case you were wondering he's still missing his coat
I was trying to give them a little privacy. So not really, though I caught that they are... close. [Very close. And then there had been giants to fight, and he was a little too busy feeling upset about a number of things to really think about it too deeply.]
It's not garish; you sound like Peri. [His defense of the coat is automatic, and he's scowling faintly now.] A giant took exception to it, as it happens. I plan to ask Eleven for it back, whenever he returns.
[Yeah, he heard that Eleven has a copy(?) of his coat. Blame Jamie, if you must.]
[Like Eight's memory is all that reliable, Six. Really.]
Something for you to look forward to, at least.
[Okay, now Eight really is just teasing him.]
Anyway...I suppose all this activity recently means the war is heating up. Which is both good and bad, since it could possibly mean that it might be close to being over.
Or, it could mean that it's getting worse with no end in sight.
[Shush, his memory is perfect so he naturally assumes all his other selves have perfect memories, too.
He'll sniff at that a bit, but let it pass.]
Things like this generally do get worse before they get better. [And there's a gloomy thought.] I really hope it's that, not the other thing. Wars without end, never a good thing.
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Er... hem! Ah, yes, well, I rather meant before... that. Happened. [Tip-toeing around actually saying the words 'died' or 'death'.] Anyway, I quite take your point. Yes.
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And, well... [he holds his hands out in a vague gesture.] You saw him when she was dying.
...oh yeah, in case you were wondering he's still missing his coat
[Six clears his throat.]
I was trying to give them a little privacy. So not really, though I caught that they are... close. [Very close. And then there had been giants to fight, and he was a little too busy feeling upset about a number of things to really think about it too deeply.]
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[He furrows his brows a bit.]
Where'd that garish coat of yours go, by the way?
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[Yeah, he heard that Eleven has a copy(?) of his coat. Blame Jamie, if you must.]
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Hm, you're right, Eleven did have one recently. I suppose the gods found it amusing to give it to him.
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Good! Good... [Not that he doubted Jamie, but it was always nice to confirm a story.] Well, then. That's something to look forward to, anyway.
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Something for you to look forward to, at least.
[Okay, now Eight really is just teasing him.]
Anyway...I suppose all this activity recently means the war is heating up. Which is both good and bad, since it could possibly mean that it might be close to being over.
Or, it could mean that it's getting worse with no end in sight.
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He'll sniff at that a bit, but let it pass.]
Things like this generally do get worse before they get better. [And there's a gloomy thought.] I really hope it's that, not the other thing. Wars without end, never a good thing.
[To say the least.]