Ah, but I'm so fond of biscuits, and beautiful sleep.
[He doesn't bother to elaborate, just cracks open his own bottle, his easy smile sliding automatically back into place. He's... lost people before. Important people. But he knows they'd want him to go on. And it just isn't in his worldview to dwell.]
I'll try hard, but eh, the weight of so much sorrow might be too much for my little arms.
[His smile flickers, but then returns, more genuine, and yet concerned.]
Better to leave it behind, da? Russians invented vodka to lighten the load. Little known fact.
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Ah, but I'm so fond of biscuits, and beautiful sleep.
[He doesn't bother to elaborate, just cracks open his own bottle, his easy smile sliding automatically back into place. He's... lost people before. Important people. But he knows they'd want him to go on. And it just isn't in his worldview to dwell.]
I'll try hard, but eh, the weight of so much sorrow might be too much for my little arms.
[His smile flickers, but then returns, more genuine, and yet concerned.]
Better to leave it behind, da? Russians invented vodka to lighten the load. Little known fact.