THE PANTS OF THE HOT

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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. ]