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Gorlim is in the bar with the usual amount of implicated doom. It sort of hovers around him like an aura or something. At the moment, he has no plot, and is thus rendered even more dangerous. Scarier still, he has TEA.

The tea is scary because it means he isn't trying to disown his dark side by drowning it in alcohol. It may mean the dark side is sleeping, or it may mean it's fingering the knife.

Care to take a gamble and poke at the Traitor Betrayed?

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"I would be inclined to agree."

He smirks momentarily at a memory.

"But it made a good escape route, from the hands of the police, right into an entirely different prison."

"A church is a prison?"

"No, this bar is a prison."
*simply*

"Ah." He thinks about things. "Denmark's a prison?" he tries.

"It may be. Never left Paris."

Helpful isn't he?

He takes another drink. This could take a while.

"Are you stuck here, too, then?"

"Yes."

A sneer.

"Oh, thrilling. No getting rid of either of us, then, is there. I'm going home some day," he says with conviction. "Ellie and I are going to find home again."

"I hope that day comes soon."

A smirk.

"For your sake of course." *Dryly*

"Of course." He rolls his eyes. "What about you? Would you go back to Paris if you could?"

"I would never have arrived here if I could have helped it."

Though that doesn't necessarily answer the question.

No it doesn't, and he picks up on that. "But would you go back?"

"Yes."

His smirk finally vanishes again.

"Why?"

"Because it is home. And the laws do not affect me."
*Slight shrug*

He raises a brow and then laughs. "Oh, is that all. Then by that token anywhere you could break the laws would suit you."

"But it would not be home."

He states, as if it should be ostensibly clear.

"So you are capable of sentiment," he observes as if this were some kind of victory.

"A small amount." He concedes and takes another swig. He will be needing a refill soon if Gorlim keeps at it.

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