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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[plundering]

[Fiona is silent for a long moment, and then she sighs.]

Shit.

[Well, that's another thing she's going to have to talk to Watson about.]

I didn't know.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

I'm not gonna hurt him.

[He figures she's probably worried about that.]

[plundering]

Thanks.

[Weirdly, she figured he wouldn't.]

I don't know what he was thinking.

[devoutish]

[He appreciates that she seems to understand why he's upset, honestly.]

Not trying to put you in the middle of anything either, yeah?

[That's also important for her to know. But he's upset - and he'd kept it out of his voice with Watson, but he's not trying so hard to with her.]

[plundering]

[She can tell he's upset, and she actually appreciates that he's not hiding it.]

I know. Don't worry about me. Duster's okay?

[devoutish]

He's fine.

[For a certain value of "fine". He's alive. Alfie doubts he'd appreciate him giving Fiona more information than that.]

We're gonna go pick him up, at the hospital.

[plundering]

I might run into you again, then. I'm not going to make you get near John, don't worry.

[devoutish]

Well, then it can't be a run-in, yeah? You're traveling with him. I'll need to be some sort of planned meeting.

[plundering]

Sure. Let's plan. Probably after you pick up Duster, right?

[devoutish]

Where are you now?

is intentionally vague about this rip

[plundering]

We spent last night in the house north of the vet's office. Heading west, now. You?

IT'S FINE

[devoutish]

Us too. Going as fast as possible.

[plundering]

You'll probably make it over there before us. I'm still not sure where John's planning on meeting Peggy.

[devoutish]

Well, keep in touch, eh?

After may be better.

[Tifa's not doing spectacularly great, and he doesn't want to leave her alone - he likes her enough that he's a bit protective of her now.]

[plundering]

I'm not in any rush. Go take care of Duster.

[devoutish]

We are in a very big rush, I'm afraid. Yeah.

Then, back to Kesara's tunnel. It's less vital now, they don't need help with digging, but I've been meaning to visit for a long time.

[plundering]

Who knows, maybe you'll get us all out of here.

[devoutish]

Me? Oh, no - she'll insist on the credit, absolutely.

[His voice is sliding back into lighthearted now - and while it's definitely covering up anger and worry, it's still genuine, not carefully constructed and completely fake.]

[plundering]

Right, right. Can't steal a little girl's limelight, huh? Not even a bandit would do that.

[devoutish]

She's ruthless. If anybody tried, she's wrench it back.

[plundering]

Sounds like you approve.

[devoutish]

She's gonna be an explorer, not a gangster. But I've got something of a soft spot for her.

[plundering]

A soft spot? Do gangsters have soft spots?

[devoutish]

[If this were a serious conversation, he'd have a serious answer. But it isn't, so...]

As many as bandits do, I expect.

[plundering]

Not me. Unless you count money.