at least she knew claude was a dead man before uruha and saber killed him right in front of their doorstep, so it's fine. anticipated loss and all that.]
You'll see him again. [said like it's a guaranteed.] ... But first, we have three more weeks of this program to get through. Do try to stay all right until then.
[or else. she will fucking throttle him if he dies, thank you.]
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at least she knew claude was a dead man before uruha and saber killed him right in front of their doorstep, so it's fine. anticipated loss and all that.]
You'll see him again. [said like it's a guaranteed.] ... But first, we have three more weeks of this program to get through. Do try to stay all right until then.
[or else. she will fucking throttle him if he dies, thank you.]
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[And he means it. Strange how this surly one-eyed samurai with a validated distaste for white men has wedged her way into his heart. But she has.
And he'd be just as furious to find her corpse on their doorstep as he had Claude's. Maybe even moreso, if he were honest.
Richie claps her on the shoulder lightly and gives a grim smile.]
I'm gonna see about an invitation to sleep elsewhere tonight. If you want my cold tea you're welcome to it.
[He's not much in the mood to finish it. Richie rises with a sigh, a wipe of his eyes.]
See you tomorrow, hotshot.