[He grabs his dextro brandy as well as the neutral wine just in case d'Artagnan doesn't have anything before heading out. Pain shared is pain that doesn't hurt as much, or something like that, right? It's close enough to pass.
He pours a glass and swirls the liquid around, looking through it at the flames. Pretty, like so much of this world. Like Noh. And only too temporary, also like this world will be and things with Noh were. Someone here has to be happy. He can hope, at least.]
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He pours a glass and swirls the liquid around, looking through it at the flames. Pretty, like so much of this world. Like Noh. And only too temporary, also like this world will be and things with Noh were. Someone here has to be happy. He can hope, at least.]