[Well, it's the evening and Zelgadis couldn't even bring himself to go somewhere to drink. He's just out on a bench somewhere, looking absolutely hollow and miserable. A pile of black and blue flower petals are on the ground around his feet.
He glances up to see Rynlan, and looks back down to his feet.]
... I don't understand what... why any of this happened.
I don't know if there was. I- there were things out of place. I checked that costume and it was one of the larger ones, didn't look like it was worn by someone too small for it. But then you two were...
[...it seemed obvious. he just thought maybe zel helped, and then they were too deep into it by the time she said he was asleep.]
Probably. No telling if he could tell exactly who it was, from his viewpoint... but seeing anyone out there at all says something on its own. We didn't-- ugh. We should've thought of where they were standing.
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He glances up to see Rynlan, and looks back down to his feet.]
... I don't understand what... why any of this happened.
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[like she really did it. so- what the whole fuck.]
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[...it seemed obvious. he just thought maybe zel helped, and then they were too deep into it by the time she said he was asleep.]
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[he's staring into space, just thinking about that.]
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[uh-oh, he's getting depressed again.]
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[they really thought it was-- more or less over.]
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[His hand clenches into a fist.]
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