[ Two men settle around a table, low and wooden, rough along the edges. Alain Ebon has made it months ago, but the other man across from him likely doesn't know that.
There's a beat, a moment. Alain thinks to offer. ]Is there anything you'd like to eat?
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[ Alain is quiet. ]
But you gain strength from recall. From remembering those hardest times and the awful circumstances. From being held to your own foolishness and made to bear your deepest loss. You may not want it, but it's a part of you.
[ His eyes flicker up, to view the other. ]
And he knows that as well.
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Alain.
[Green eyes meet the other's pale.]
I just don't want to burden Alan. He deserves better than what I can offer.
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[ As he's repeated. ]
You cannot decide that for him. Ask him, Nigel--his wants.
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Nigel looks away, partly ashamed.]
...Yeah.
[He will. When they are alone, he will ask Alan.]
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[ The Dragonborn has the grace to look away. ]
He may think the same of you.
[ That Nigel deserves better than what Alan offers him. ]
We all have our weight to drag behind us. It's something to realize.