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[pittance]

You, uh,

[ UGH ]

You got a moment to talk?

[heorte]

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[heorte]

Aye. What do you need?

[pittance]

Look, I don't know shit on dreams or — whatever that was —

[heorte]

[ oh ]

There's no need to apologize for it, if that's your worry.

[pittance]

Nah, see, I think there is. Because if I had half a sack I would've said it to your face.

[heorte]

[ ah, back on track. ]

It was near enough.

[pittance]

Someone killed me, you know? Friend of mine. It fucking hurt,

[ jone doesn't need to hear that. she knows how a blade works. ]

We say that doesn't count, don't think I get to say this does. You and me got some things to settle.

[heorte]

What do you envision that looks like?

[pittance]

I don't know. But I know we gotta figure it out, because this? Where we just act real hard like nothing went down? It's not working.

It's not gonna work with the kid here, [ adrasteia is basically their age ] Not with your people around. I don't know, Ellis, I hate this. I hate being your hanging fucking sword.

[heorte]

[ a few beats of silence. ]

You don't have a sense it's something that could be settled in the training yard?

[ for lack of a better solution. ]

[pittance]

[ a pause of his own. i mean, ]

[pittance]

You think we could get rid of the Sister long enough?

[heorte]

Jone got away with it.

[ so, maybe. ]

[pittance]

I don't know what Jone figures she's doing, [ she's crafty. it's something. ] But I'm not breaking a hand on you for nothing. None of this — one free hit shite.

[heorte]

I'm not bringing my mace into this.

[pittance]

If I wanted to die, we wouldn't be having this chat.

[heorte]

[ is this a weird moment to chuckle, or ]

Aye, perhaps not. And you think this will settle it, for you? Or should we give it a go and see, and consider other options in the event this fails?

[pittance]

I don't see how it hurts.

[ like. other than literally ]

You think it's gonna settle it for you?

[heorte]

I don't have anything against you.

[ a great, infuriating thing to say right after asking someone to meet you in the pit. ]

You know who I am. I can't fault you for it.

[pittance]

This — this is the kind of shit I mean.

[heorte]

It's the truth.

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[pittance]

Yeah? I know so much, why are you wandering around like you got ducklings? I know so much, what d'you tell them? Because it's not this.

[ (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ ]

[heorte]

Is that what you want? For me to tell them what happened at Adamant?

[pittance]

I don't care what you tell them. I need you to stop playing dead.