Absolute anguish is etched along the other's face, that jaw, those eyes. Felix feels a pang in his chest, empathetic, trying to fight off a wave of familiarity. He's never met this man in his life.
Perhaps he shouldn't be thinking about this, not when there's a gun involved. He chews on his lip, just for a moment, and bows his head.
"If I can't be in your way, I suppose I should just walk alongside you. Why, may I ask, do you have a pistol, monsieur?"
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Perhaps he shouldn't be thinking about this, not when there's a gun involved. He chews on his lip, just for a moment, and bows his head.
"If I can't be in your way, I suppose I should just walk alongside you. Why, may I ask, do you have a pistol, monsieur?"