"I ask myself the same question," Athos admits, because he would rather it
be easier. If he were to simply stop loving her, stop loving Anne, his life
would surely be better. Now that she isn't dead, though, dangerous and out
there, he has no idea what to do. "I don't know what she's doing, now. She
must have a patron, but I cannot imagine who. She is dangerous, immensely
so, and she is alive."
He has been saying that for days and it is still a shock to hear.
Blinking out of his drunken revelry, he stares at his companion as if for
the first time. "You have been listening to my troubles far longer than
anyone should," he says. "I apologize for my rudeness."
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"I ask myself the same question," Athos admits, because he would rather it be easier. If he were to simply stop loving her, stop loving Anne, his life would surely be better. Now that she isn't dead, though, dangerous and out there, he has no idea what to do. "I don't know what she's doing, now. She must have a patron, but I cannot imagine who. She is dangerous, immensely so, and she is alive."
He has been saying that for days and it is still a shock to hear.
Blinking out of his drunken revelry, he stares at his companion as if for the first time. "You have been listening to my troubles far longer than anyone should," he says. "I apologize for my rudeness."