[ He shrugs. (The shadows around his feet flicker.) He doesn't have any scruples, in dreams. He's proved that enough times. By drowning, by knife, by rope — anything, everything. All of it like it's old hat to him.
[ like it's a totally normal conversation piece. bobbie doesn't usually fight back, at such. she prefers to make it a kind of cat and mouse affair, trying to keep herself out of his reach. her tools, comparatively, are walls, gates, sudden appearances of rivers rushing between them, except that one time it backfired, what with drowning and all. a cursory glance at those flickering shadows, she thinks it might be prudent to, you know, gain a little distance.
she's still sporting the bruises from last time. ]
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[ He shrugs. (The shadows around his feet flicker.) He doesn't have any scruples, in dreams. He's proved that enough times. By drowning, by knife, by rope — anything, everything. All of it like it's old hat to him.
(Would he, in the waking world?) ]
Some day.
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[ like it's a totally normal conversation piece. bobbie doesn't usually fight back, at such. she prefers to make it a kind of cat and mouse affair, trying to keep herself out of his reach. her tools, comparatively, are walls, gates, sudden appearances of rivers rushing between them, except that one time it backfired, what with drowning and all. a cursory glance at those flickering shadows, she thinks it might be prudent to, you know, gain a little distance.
she's still sporting the bruises from last time. ]
What's with the constant obstruction, anyway?