[ That's different. All this weirdness out in the open. Ephemera isn't sure if that's better or worse. He's used to hiding, to running hard. Maybe it would be simple standing still, not bothering to hide anything. Maybe not though.
He shrugs. Pours himself another drink and downs it. Point of this was to get drunk. ]
You get used to it.
[ Not much of a comfort. People can get used to a whole lot of things. ]
no subject
He shrugs. Pours himself another drink and downs it. Point of this was to get drunk. ]
You get used to it.
[ Not much of a comfort. People can get used to a whole lot of things. ]
How'd it work? You getting pulled there.