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Slayer inna bar, with coffee and food.

Headphones are in evidence, but no books, this time, Antarian or otherwise.

Conversation welcome.

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"A little bit more, yes."

Faith is still very pale, watching him carefully.

"I was told that if I ever met you I should run."

[un_fallen]

He blinks, looking up at her and then quickly away.

"Who was it told you that?" he asks, his voice flat.

"Incidentally, it's not very good advice. Running seems to bring it on more quickly."

A long, bracing drag.

"And no one's ever been fast enough."

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"Bernard. The head barman."

[un_fallen]

"Oh." He relaxes a little, looks somewhat more composed.

"Well, I guess he wouldn't have known. And Bernard never has liked me much, since."

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"Crowley's like his brother. I guess he just took it personally."

[un_fallen]

"Yeah. I heard they were close, later." He shrugs.

"It wasn't, though. Personal. Just so you know."

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Faith nods, slightly. "Crowley said it was kind of sudden."

[un_fallen]

He laughs weakly and nods, with another pull of smoke.

"Yeah, he surprised me. I can't control it, when it takes over like that. Crowley was very lucky to get away in time."

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It's an odd definition of luck, perhaps, but Faith understands.

Better gone for months than forever.

"I guess he was."