[She might otherwise have considered taking him up on it then, but with Rassilon's current trouble abandoning him would be foolish.] I would like that. One day. [But that one day isn't today, and they both know that. At least she's sure when he goes, maybe he'll live.
That doesn't happen to the men she knows often.
She fidgets with her long nails.] But maybe I can just hear what I have to look forward to? Maybe?
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That doesn't happen to the men she knows often.
She fidgets with her long nails.] But maybe I can just hear what I have to look forward to? Maybe?