[...Luck is not on his side today. But when has it ever truly been? He snarls at Frey, as if he left his journal behind on purpose - he needs to do something with this excess sludge of spite, anger, and bitterness.]
Then leave me alone! There's nothing more you can do for me. [Except the idea of sitting in the fountain, completely vulnerable, isn't appealing either. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. His stomach twists unpleasantly.]
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Then leave me alone! There's nothing more you can do for me. [Except the idea of sitting in the fountain, completely vulnerable, isn't appealing either. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. His stomach twists unpleasantly.]