[That's the most interesting thing he's said so far, and for a moment Elizabeth looks less confused and more stunned. Was he... seriously trying to protect her?]
[Elizabeth sits back in her chair, glances to the right for... something, she's not sure what. Someone telling her it's all a joke? But it's actually happening, she can feel the variables if she concentrates and reaches out. There's a mug of tea in front of her, his hair is pulled back, the waiter is a waitress--]
[It's real. And Elizabeth has no idea what to say.]
...Yes. [That seems the right way to start, at least.] It's never really worked out so great for me, though. Trying to save myself. Usually it's at somebody else's expense. Is that how this is, too?
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[Elizabeth sits back in her chair, glances to the right for... something, she's not sure what. Someone telling her it's all a joke? But it's actually happening, she can feel the variables if she concentrates and reaches out. There's a mug of tea in front of her, his hair is pulled back, the waiter is a waitress--]
[It's real. And Elizabeth has no idea what to say.]
...Yes. [That seems the right way to start, at least.] It's never really worked out so great for me, though. Trying to save myself. Usually it's at somebody else's expense. Is that how this is, too?