[ It's gratifying—even though all Jimmy really did was pick up a few crumbs of gossip—to see the man's face change, to see him enthralled by something so tiny. He gives a soft laugh, holds the gem up so it catches the light. Admiring. ] A connoisseur. [ Jimmy, no one here speaks French. ]
I don't want to, but— [ He curls his hand around the sapphire, drives his fist absently into his free hand. It's not hard to pretend to feel penned in. All he has to do is think about the literal hellhole beneath them, the towers shuddering above. In fact, he has to force himself to stop. ] If I do, it should go to someone who appreciates it. You know? Not some...
[ He shakes his head as if at a loss for words. Batthour is more than welcome to fill in the blanks. ]
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I don't want to, but— [ He curls his hand around the sapphire, drives his fist absently into his free hand. It's not hard to pretend to feel penned in. All he has to do is think about the literal hellhole beneath them, the towers shuddering above. In fact, he has to force himself to stop. ] If I do, it should go to someone who appreciates it. You know? Not some...
[ He shakes his head as if at a loss for words. Batthour is more than welcome to fill in the blanks. ]