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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

I'm not gonna kill you. I owe you, yeah?

[bywolves]

Means nothing. Don't know you.

[devoutish]

You saved me.

[bywolves]

And? Doesn't matter. Could save someone and turn around and have them harvest you for meat.

[devoutish]

For meat; fucking hell, there are a lot of cannibals here. Is that normal?

[bywolves]

Not a lot of food down here. [ He shivers, pulling away and scooting as far from Alfie as he can. ] You never know when someone might snap, is all.

[devoutish]

How long have you been here?

[bywolves]

Months. [ He doesn't know why he trusts Alfie to tell him so. Or why he's speaking to him at all. ] I think.

[devoutish]

And you haven't snapped.

[There's warm approval in his voice.]

[bywolves]

No. I'm not going to eat other people. [ He is... very confused by the warm approval. ] Rather starve.

[devoutish]

Why? Have you got moral standards, or is there something else?

[bywolves]

... Guess it's moral standards. [ Royce says, glancing over at Alfie again. ]

[devoutish]

[This is where he'd make some sort of crack about human meat tasting terrible, if this were regular Royce. But he's not so sure this Royce wouldn't take it as a hint or a threat of some kind, so he doesn't.]

Well - if you're gonna have those, that's not a bad line to draw.

[bywolves]

Don't usually have them.

They generally kick in if I can remember whatever I killed screaming at me not to kill it.

[devoutish]

Ah - I'm sorry for that, mate.

[bywolves]

[ He shrugs. ]

Doesn't bother me. Just don't want to eat that. Don't want to be them. They lost their sanity.

[devoutish]

[Alfie hunches a little closer to the wall, peering out into the darkness in front of them while being careful not to actually lean out of their shelter.]

Where do you suppose they've gone?

[bywolves]

Trying to find me. [ Royce says, softer. ] They're going to chase me. Single-minded. Either they die or I do.

Nim's going to be angry.

[devoutish]

He's not gonna like that you helped me?

[bywolves]

No, that he'll be happy about. He won't be happy that I killed one of the favorites.

[devoutish]

What does he like about them? Who's favorites are they anyway, eh?

[bywolves]

Doesn't like them. But they're trouble, and they won't give up.

[ He rubs at his wrists absently, looking away. ] Favorites of Ambrose. He likes them because they keep order down here. They get more water than we do.

[devoutish]

[Alfie scoffs.]

And he's in no danger of having them turn on him, I expect.

[bywolves]

No. He's not down here. Never is. Never was.

[devoutish]

Who brings the salt up?