[ There's a brief pause as Alan leans back, lips pulling tight as he visibly tries to wrestle with the weight of it all. A loaded question doesn't begin to describe it, but he glances over at Corvo. Loaded question for loaded question.
Fuck it. He sighs, shrugs in a way that still comes across as entirely too stuff, too uncomfortable. ]
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Fuck it. He sighs, shrugs in a way that still comes across as entirely too stuff, too uncomfortable. ]
Same as you, I guess. I fucked up.
[ A pause. ]
But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.