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[devoutish]

Mm--

[There's something Alfie's leaving unspoken too, and Royce can probably sense that.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce pauses, and then: ] What?

[devoutish]

I was only thinking - Watson's got books about him; he's a fiction in some worlds. Stark and Romanov and the other Avengers are the same. Maybe the people in this film, in some world...

[bywolves]

[ That's a fair point. Royce thinks about that. ]

Could be a real place, somewhere. [ He's picking at the bedsheets now, almost agitated. In a tone that's trying really hard to be wry: ] Who knows what their thoughts on half-elves are, though.

[devoutish]

Maybe that'll come up, in the next two films.

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He's nervous about it. ] Doesn't much matter. It was just an idle thought.

[devoutish]

It matters.

[Royce wouldn't have mentioned it if it didn't.]

I'm thinking about your elves, that's all.

[bywolves]

[ He's actually sort of upsetting himself, thinking about all of this. ]

I don't know how to feel about them.

[devoutish]

What do you mean?

[bywolves]

The elves. I don't know how to feel. I don't know if I want to be part of their culture. Almost feels dishonest, somehow. You'd think that wouldn't be an issue for me.

What did you mean, thinking about my elves?

[devoutish]

[He stares through the skylight, blinking up at the slowly-appearing stars.]

The ones you saw, starving and packed away, crying for water. The women and the kids.

[bywolves]

[ Oh. Royce thinks about them a lot. He stares down at the bed. ]

It's more common than you'd think.

[devoutish]

Mm, and no one cares, do they.

[bywolves]

No. [ He's angry again, and it rises like bile in his throat. His voice is icy. ] They're lazy. They deserve it. World's better off if they're dead.

[devoutish]

Yeah, that's what they always say. I know.

Why don't they all go across the river?

[bywolves]

The elves don't want them either.

[devoutish]

[Alfie goes quiet, eyes on the stars.]

[bywolves]

[ He slides down to lay down on the bed, looking up at the skylight. His expression is sad - the kind of soft, weary sad that comes when you've been sad so much you're almost desensitized to it.

The stars are pretty. The menu music plays quietly in the background, backed by the sound of the waves on the beach. Mostly, he just feels heavy, and it's not a feeling he's accustomed to having, here. ]

[devoutish]

Hey.

[He manages, reaching for Royce's hand.]

I understand. I do.

[bywolves]

I know. It's why I told you. [ He holds Alfie's hand in return, still staring up. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah. And it's why I've told you things, as well.

[bywolves]

[ Royce sighs out slow. ]

The fact that you trust me with it means more than you know. [ A beat. ] I've never been afraid of much, but the thought of going home almost scares me more than anything.

[devoutish]

Because you don't want to be king, and...?

[bywolves]

I can't trust any of the elves. The only reason they haven't killed me is because they believe their god made me their leader. I don't know how to connect with any of them. I don't know if I want to.

[ He does. He's just bad at this. ] And I have to raise Mercy in the middle of all of it.

[devoutish]

Bring her here, then. Take her and raise her here.

You and yours don't owe them fucking anything.