[ Bastien's laugh is muted, silent, just a stutter in his exhale. ]
Every year we can honor his memory by inviting one person to a very uncomfortable lunch.
[ This isn't fair to Benedict, of course, who was much more than the occasional social slip. And whose body hasn't even been found. But the thought he might still be alive, somehow, is so improbable— ]
I'm so sorry, Byerly. We could ask Alexandrie to... She could paint him from memory, I'm sure, and get that smirk of his just right.
[ Byerly closes his eyes. He leans his weight more heavily against Bastien. ]
I think the thing that feels cruellest is - He had come a long way. And he could have gone even further. To capture him as he is seems like a disservice.
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[ It summons both. But resentful embarrassment can cut through a bit of the sorrow, at least. ]
A small gathering, featuring him and myself and Colin, with whom I was on - bad terms. It was excruciating.
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Every year we can honor his memory by inviting one person to a very uncomfortable lunch.
[ This isn't fair to Benedict, of course, who was much more than the occasional social slip. And whose body hasn't even been found. But the thought he might still be alive, somehow, is so improbable— ]
I'm so sorry, Byerly. We could ask Alexandrie to... She could paint him from memory, I'm sure, and get that smirk of his just right.
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I think the thing that feels cruellest is - He had come a long way. And he could have gone even further. To capture him as he is seems like a disservice.