THE PANTS OF THE HOT

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i don't know what i'm looking at

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[ He also looks at the greenhouse. ]

What else, Mistress Hot Pants? Will you tell me?

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Have you ever had someone that you felt...understood you, more deeply than most ever would?

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[ He takes her question into consideration and the shared emotion is contemplative and thoughtful. ]

I suppose Estinien... Granted we've known each other for a decade. For you, it is Ser November?

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Mm. Glad for you for that.

[Again, her gaze turns to the ruin of the greenhouse.]

In a way, yes. We came from similar backgrounds, and went through experiences no one else could ever know. And he...always understood what I had to say, in so many ways.

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So it feels strange to know that...he's gone. Just like that.

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[ He offers a smile... Despite what she says, there's light sadness in the midst of his gratitude when they talk about Estinien. It passes quick.

Quietly, he listens. ]

He always struck me as an intuitive man, more capable and competent than he oft led others to believe.

Do you regret knowing him?

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What kind of question is that? As Buzen told me...the fact I remember him means that he exists, in some form.

[She turns to him.]

If Estinien died...would you regret knowing him?

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A question those who dislike pain tend to ask themselves because it would be too difficult to live on without the other. Full glad am I you think differently, Mistress Hot Pants. The moments we have here, no matter what waits for us on our stars, happened. They matter.

[ Aymeric is genuinely sympathetic, also glad that Hot Pants will continue to remember November 11, but then that question.

The spirits, they drop, pooling into constricted heartache. He's keeping it controlled. ]

... Nay. I would not.

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[She narrows her eyes a little, concern flitting above the turmoil of emotions.]

Is he in danger, Aymeric?

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He's in as much danger as you, Mistress Hot Pants, but he's here in this moment.

[ And that is what matters. His emotions steady with his own words. ]

Ser November... I want to believe we will all remember him.

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...Danger at home, then.

[She thinks.]

Even if no one else does, I will. [And she's...tearing up.] I definitely will.

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[ He offers her his handkerchief, which is amber-powered. She is allowed to cry all she needs and he will rub her shoulder as we wrap this up. ]