Yes, and plenty of us ignore them for good reason, too.
[She's getting it. No, he isn't discouraged. If he was turned off by a bit of moroseness or, the gods forbid, a bit of depressing company, why, he'd practically have no friends at all at this point.
Perhaps she has her dark secrets, as all three stories would prove. And yet, at this rate, who doesn't? (Besides him, obviously, unless a few full decades of cucking boring butchers and noblemen serves as a dark secret.
Except he's happy to talk about it, so.)]
I shan't go anywhere. [He taps her goblet with a finger, waiting until it's lowered to fill it again. In true Horizon fashion, it's as if the bottle of wine has only barely been touched, still full as it was when they opened it.] Perhaps the warnings would've been heeded should I not have learned what a talented storyteller you are. [His smile is teasing, held over the brim of his cup before he drinks.] I would like to return for more, should you have them.
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[She's getting it. No, he isn't discouraged. If he was turned off by a bit of moroseness or, the gods forbid, a bit of depressing company, why, he'd practically have no friends at all at this point.
Perhaps she has her dark secrets, as all three stories would prove. And yet, at this rate, who doesn't? (Besides him, obviously, unless a few full decades of cucking boring butchers and noblemen serves as a dark secret.
Except he's happy to talk about it, so.)]
I shan't go anywhere. [He taps her goblet with a finger, waiting until it's lowered to fill it again. In true Horizon fashion, it's as if the bottle of wine has only barely been touched, still full as it was when they opened it.] Perhaps the warnings would've been heeded should I not have learned what a talented storyteller you are. [His smile is teasing, held over the brim of his cup before he drinks.] I would like to return for more, should you have them.
[Or else he's happy to tell some instead.]