[He sits on her sofa, drawing in air he doesn't need. Taking in the physical comfort he graces himself to enjoy. It's a luxury not all have, and he can't escape that now.]
My siblings wish my ruin.
I worry I play into their game. And that it might hurt others in so doing.
That is kind of you to offer, but I don't wish to bring your family into my troubles. I would not forgive myself if retribution rained on another for my sake.
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My siblings wish my ruin.
I worry I play into their game. And that it might hurt others in so doing.
Your family knows of such ancient games.
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[Stella and Death have become friends who meet up on occasion.]
I never cared for the dramatics of my family.
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[She sips her wine and snuggles up against him.]
Is there anything I can offer to help you? Even just listening.
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It sounds though as if your family is quarreling again?
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I don't believe you on that.
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It matters not neither way.
Many care so intimately, though.
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You are quite melancholy tonight, aren't you?
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We have never gotten along.
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[She brushes her fingers through his hair. Stella is a rather tactile person.]
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[He leans into her touch as he sips his drink.]
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[She is happy to offer some comforting touch.]
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They will not let such a slight go.
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[yeah, that's not great.]
Perhaps I should see how my Uncle is doing, underworld to underworld and all.
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Who I'm sure has plenty of ideas, you know, about everything.
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