He tales a long drink from the glass in his hand, inhaling the fumes of the whiskey as he does, trying to ride himself of the memories of that place.
He avoids Wright's gaze deliberately, keeping his own eyes fixed on the window until the other man speaks, then his head snaps round and he fixes him with a cold glare.*
I don't know, Wright. Perhaps you want me to solve all your problems, or to save you from der Leibhaftige?
*His voice chokes a little on the last and he laughs a little, completely without humour, looking back out of the window at the snow as it turns from white to blue in the dim twilight.*
...Or perhaps you want me to absolve you of your sins.
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He avoids Wright's gaze deliberately, keeping his own eyes fixed on the window until the other man speaks, then his head snaps round and he fixes him with a cold glare.*
I don't know, Wright. Perhaps you want me to solve all your problems, or to save you from der Leibhaftige?
*His voice chokes a little on the last and he laughs a little, completely without humour, looking back out of the window at the snow as it turns from white to blue in the dim twilight.*
...Or perhaps you want me to absolve you of your sins.