[ He shifts into it — then away, shuffles upright to reach for a packet that isn't there. Foiled reflex: His cigarettes are at the docks with the rest of the fucking grippe. He exhales instead, brushes the rust from grey matter.
There are those that he hesitates to give honest counsel. Ilias might press those lines, but they draw about him close as ever upon some points. The dead.
The living.
He doesn't, Isaac suspects, want a true assessment of Leander. And why should he? I think he's dangerous, the three of them are. That's why there are towers. I think you were terrified,
But of whom, for whom, never precisely defined. Ilias wasn't the one left bleeding.
He thinks Ilias fucks when he's avoiding something. He doesn't think it's so different now. He thinks, then he asks: ]
Do you know what he does all day?
[ When he isn't gobbing phlegm. It's an honest question: Isaac doesn't. Alexandrie de Fontaine is not what he considers honest himself. ]
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There are those that he hesitates to give honest counsel. Ilias might press those lines, but they draw about him close as ever upon some points. The dead.
The living.
He doesn't, Isaac suspects, want a true assessment of Leander. And why should he? I think he's dangerous, the three of them are. That's why there are towers. I think you were terrified,
But of whom, for whom, never precisely defined. Ilias wasn't the one left bleeding.
He thinks Ilias fucks when he's avoiding something. He doesn't think it's so different now. He thinks, then he asks: ]
Do you know what he does all day?
[ When he isn't gobbing phlegm. It's an honest question: Isaac doesn't. Alexandrie de Fontaine is not what he considers honest himself. ]