[ Adolphe is metaphorically sucked into the memory and is confused about so many things. There are so many things he doesn't understand, but he gets the importance of these things at the very least. The perspective makes him reel. There is so much grief, so much anger and fear fills his heart for other reasons.
He does not enjoy the hot sauce.
Once it finishes, he snaps out of it and just stares at Brimstone like. What the flying fuck was all that about. ]
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He does not enjoy the hot sauce.
Once it finishes, he snaps out of it and just stares at Brimstone like. What the flying fuck was all that about. ]
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It takes a while for his brain to grasp at the shape of words again--and even then, barely. ]
That's--that's not--it's...ancient history.
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[ Ancient? Well. Maybe. He has no pity for him, but he sure feels like he understands what happened much better. ]
... If you're worried about me telling anyone, don't be.
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...good.
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He raises an eyebrow. ]
What?
[ He expected to be threatened, so when that's all, he feels like he mentally braced himself for nothing. ]
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What do you mean, what?
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[ Progress? Gasp. ]
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