[he doesn't get too close, standing a short distance away with his hands clutching at the fabric of his long shirtsleeves; there's more of an accent with "madame", vaguely french.]
[yeah i'm sorry for this introduction but also i guess he's getting to see a more honest side of her.]
But it's your demeanor, mostly. The docile ones tend to be the first ones slaughtered, you see. I've been to one of these before, actually. Big brave heroes make it out, but the sweet bystanders who were too polite to protest died in droves.
[he pales a little at that description, then gives his head a little shake, hair falling messily over his shoulders.]
I-I'm definitely not... the brave, heroic type of person. But I think most of us would at least... protest a little... especially if they really want to sacrifice us.
[she was bullying him a little (a lot?) but now she looks a little sorry about it.]
It'll be alright. You just need to hide. Go find a place to hide, and crawl in there, and don't come out until it's all over. That's the best way to make it through.
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[he doesn't get too close, standing a short distance away with his hands clutching at the fabric of his long shirtsleeves; there's more of an accent with "madame", vaguely french.]
I'm s-sorry for overhearing, but...
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...Didn't you listen to all of that?
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[sacrificing everyone-? but they can't just kill all these people...]
If I... if I may, though, who were you talking to...?
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[she says it a little bluntly.]
I just want to know what we're going to do about this. I won't be cattle brought to slaughter.
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[he gives his head a little shake, there, taking a seat.]
If we keep looking, then maybe we'll... be able to figure something out.
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You're so polite and apologetic. Those ones always die.
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[heeelp. his eyes quickly widen, at that.]
Are you... expecting some of us to die...?
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[probably. maybe.]
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[she laces her fingers together, excited by this statement.]
Then perhaps it won't.
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[this is such an introduction to her, but he's left a little more confused than anything.]
Do you see people... die very often?
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[yeah i'm sorry for this introduction but also i guess he's getting to see a more honest side of her.]
But it's your demeanor, mostly. The docile ones tend to be the first ones slaughtered, you see. I've been to one of these before, actually. Big brave heroes make it out, but the sweet bystanders who were too polite to protest died in droves.
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[he pales a little at that description, then gives his head a little shake, hair falling messily over his shoulders.]
I-I'm definitely not... the brave, heroic type of person. But I think most of us would at least... protest a little... especially if they really want to sacrifice us.
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[she was bullying him a little (a lot?) but now she looks a little sorry about it.]
It'll be alright. You just need to hide. Go find a place to hide, and crawl in there, and don't come out until it's all over. That's the best way to make it through.
I'll help you find something.