[ Whip him like a cur. The words send a chill down his spine, and he takes the bottle, taking a swig that is not... as big, but is definitely not out of politeness, before he passes it back. His voice is rough for the burn of the liquor, though he doesn't cough at it. ]
Had to?
[ He's trying to make heads or tails out of the story, all right? His own personal ghosts aren't helping. ]
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Had to?
[ He's trying to make heads or tails out of the story, all right? His own personal ghosts aren't helping. ]