[ He hums and takes another deep gulp of his drink, feeling the wine burning down inside of him and spreading to the edges of his body. He doesn't have it in him to argue. So instead he simply lets his shoulder rest against d'Artagnan's, lets his exhale do the agreeing for him. ]
Life before was hard but at least it was simple. [ He knew who to hate, who to fight, who to love, who to protect. Here it's all a mess. Athos no closer to understanding himself as he was before. He'd just let go of one noose to step into another. ]
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Life before was hard but at least it was simple. [ He knew who to hate, who to fight, who to love, who to protect. Here it's all a mess. Athos no closer to understanding himself as he was before. He'd just let go of one noose to step into another. ]