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[bouchonne]

Only a narcissist thinks he can change the world. Probably why this place is filled with jackasses.

[ His gesture encompasses the Gallows, and also himself. And lingers on himself longer than it lingers on the room around him. He's not utterly unselfaware.

Then a little flourish of his pen on the document. He purses his lips down at it. ]

There. That doesn't look terrible.

[dissolving]

'S a new world of handwriting, for sure.

[ and a good change, that. his clear block letters were painfully militant for a social call. ]

Thanks. For sticking it out.

[bouchonne]

A full twenty minutes of work! Horrible. I'll need to rest for the remainder of the day.

[ He presses a hand to his chest as he vamps. But then, with a bit of sincerity shot through with wryness - ]

Sorry we never really had a proper conversation till now. I've been a bit, shall we say, solipsistic ever since I died last summer. Trying to get my head back in the game, at least a little.

[dissolving]

[ he's wiping an inkspot from the table (onto a sleeve, they've seen worse) when it comes, dry and confessional. honest. there's a careful shape to cedric's assignment here, there's a blank spot in the questions he's asked, and files he's read. granitefell,

really ought to report it. all that holds him back some days: the certainty that someone must already know.

so he's stalling when he echoes, ]

When y'died last summer.

[ which is not, probably, the kindest way to answer. ]