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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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[needsheadphones]

[ That almost makes her feel guilty -- almost. But he needs to sleep, and not on the floor. Double-checking the door while Corvo climbs into bed and then taking a sip of the fresh water occupies her time and hopefully helps give the man some of his pride, but she can only stall for so long.

Crawling into bed, Rebecca immediately dives under the covers, curling up on her side. She makes a mental note to try not to roll into, kick, or cling to him in the middle of the night (the first two were less likely, the third almost a guarantee) and then gives him a smile. ]

Goodnight.

[vindictam]

[ How long? How long since he'd curled up with anyone, let alone a woman. A day and -- however long he'd been on this ship. Longer still, a woman. Eight months, three days, and all of a damp grey morning in the months of high cold.

Maybe, it's the alcohol, that makes him miss it, beyond word or reason. Closeness of any kind. But all the same, he's clumsy as he reaches to touch her -- of his own volition. No more than to tuck her hair behind her ear, before his hand moved back. ]

Goodnight, Lady Rebecca.