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[vindictam]

[ This could be done with more grandeur, probably. But, he's never been that kind, and given no one had said anything in lieu of him...

Life was too pointless, when those that left weren't marked in some way. ]

For those that knew him, Antillar Maximus, Tribune Auxiliaris, has left the ship.

That is all.

[ He's going to go drink, quietly and by himself, for as long as possible. ]

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[mindtricks]

[ she hadn't known antillar maximus, but — she understands loss, and the network post implies at least a certain level of attachment on corvo's side.

so: ] I'm sorry for your loss.

[vindictam]

[ He's not really sure what to do with other people's condolence. Some part of him -- wants to be vile. To snarl with all that rage and pain.

But most of him had the same flat acceptance he had of everything now. There was only so much, in the end. ]

Nothing to be sorry for. He's gone from here. [ they should all be so lucky. ]

[mindtricks]

[ anderson's had rage thrown her way before. she's grown better at not letting it get to her, at letting it roll off her back. ]

But others are left behind. [ you, she doesn't specify. ]

[vindictam]

[ He was a little better, outside of Dunwall. Where every breath wasn't a constant reminder.

Here he was dulled by it all, it seemed. ]

More pity them. [ if he understands what she's imply, he's not so very interested. It feels too much like pity. ]

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[bullshead]

[ gendry has no idea what this says until he has another read it for him (he recognizes the name but that is all) and once he understands something writes itself across his face. frustration? anger? grief? it is hard to say for certain. ]

Thanks.

[ that is all he says before he turns off his device. there is nothing else to say. ]

[culver]

Was he your friend?

[vindictam]

[ He's not exactly sure what makes up friend, at least to others. They would drink, and swap war stories. That was mostly it.

But it was as close as Corvo had, really. He could talk to Max, and the words came easy. ]

As far as such things go... I suppose so.

[culver]

I am sorry he is gone. Will you be okay?

[vindictam]

I will be fine, little one.

Or at least, I will manage. Do not worry for me.

[ He supposed he had experience enough, to work through it all the same. ]

[favouring]

I didn't know him well; to think I can't rectify that is a loss.

Thank you.

[vindictam]

He was a good man, and a good soldier. He will be missed.

[ Not I will miss him, never I. Someone else will, evidently. ]

[favouring]

Yes, he will.

[vindictam]

Forgive my imposition if it is impolite to ask or you do not wish to answer, but how did you know him?

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[needsheadphones]

[ She hadn't known the man, but she does know Corvo, and he seems like the type to brood. So- ]

want to do something?

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[vindictam]

[ Anyone else, he would have flatly refused but... ]

I would... appreciate some company.

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[needsheadphones]

i can meet you wherever

[northerner]

I'm sorry for it. Were you and he well acquainted, Attano?

[vindictam]

Only as one soldier to another, my lord.

[ even if it was nothing more than sitting and drinking in a comfortable silence. ]

Sir, if I may ask... [ for the night off. ]

[northerner]

For company?

[ yes that is clearly what you were about to ask for, right corvo ]

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[gothchicklit]

That sucks. He seemed like a cool guy.

[ Wasn't hard on the eyes, either, but she figures that doesn't really need to be said. ]

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[vindictam]

[ He figures that means good things. ]

He was a good man.

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[gothchicklit]

Were you from the same place as him?

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[wolfchild]

will you be telling when everyone goes?

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[vindictam]

No. Why?

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[wolfchild]

because it is stupid