[either way, she takes his nod as a "good morning" and steps further into the clinic, making sure no one is following her inside as she does so. she looks a little suspicious??]
Did you bring something on which to write? I have. . . [a pause. she's pretty sure she can be completely up front here, but after five weeks of keeping her head down, some habits die hard.] A few things I'd like to discuss with you.
[Wow. Way to be sketchy, Milla. It's good Jason trusts her, or else she would be getting far more than a simple raise of his eyebrows. Nodding once again, however, he pulls a notebook and pen out. The pen is the same he's been using for the past week, but the notebook is definitely new.
Hm.
Showing both items to her, he gestures for her to continue. What is it?]
[That gives him a pause. He knows about the pieces on the chessboard, as she so aptly puts it. He even knows about her, but he isn't certain if that knowledge goes both ways.
[honestly, she. . . sort of suspects, considering who she has been talking to. and she can't help but smile a little bit to herself at his answer]
I'm asking mostly to make sure we're on the same page. I'd like a favor from you, and in asking I'd prefer to be completely honest about my intentions.
[. . . Jason really does know a lot more than he was letting on. she's grateful, almost, because it keeps her from having to explain things to him]
[and it helps affirm the fact that he's trustworthy. if he's known all along and she wasn't aware of this fact, then he's been keeping his mouth shut. good.]
She is. But I know for a fact that if she goes out there, she'll be in great danger. [closes her eyes with a small sigh] I tried to convince her to stay inside, but she wouldn't. So the best thing I can do is go with her.
You once asked me to promise to take you with us if we spent the night outside at the stocks again. I'd like to keep that promise.
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[either way, she takes his nod as a "good morning" and steps further into the clinic, making sure no one is following her inside as she does so. she looks a little suspicious??]
Did you bring something on which to write? I have. . . [a pause. she's pretty sure she can be completely up front here, but after five weeks of keeping her head down, some habits die hard.] A few things I'd like to discuss with you.
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Hm.
Showing both items to her, he gestures for her to continue. What is it?]
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I suppose. . .
[. . .]
[where does she even start?? from the beginning, of course]
How much do you know about this game? About the pieces on the chessboard?
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So his reply, while honest, is a little vague.]
Enough. That depends on why you're asking, Milla.
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I'm asking mostly to make sure we're on the same page. I'd like a favor from you, and in asking I'd prefer to be completely honest about my intentions.
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I know you have a role, and that you're collaborating with someone else. [Damian.] Is that what you wanted to know?
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It is, yes. But even so, I believe you should hear it from me.
[she stands up a little straighter, one hand propped on her hip]
I am one of this game's Bounties, and I'd like to enlist your assistance in protecting our Bartender.
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She's protecting the stocks tonight, isn't she?
[He knows who it is, Milla. Probably not for as long as she has, but at least she won't have to go through any formalities.]
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[and it helps affirm the fact that he's trustworthy. if he's known all along and she wasn't aware of this fact, then he's been keeping his mouth shut. good.]
She is. But I know for a fact that if she goes out there, she'll be in great danger. [closes her eyes with a small sigh] I tried to convince her to stay inside, but she wouldn't. So the best thing I can do is go with her.
You once asked me to promise to take you with us if we spent the night outside at the stocks again. I'd like to keep that promise.