SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: DION

[murdergate]

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[agamid]

[ WATCH OUT APOLLO]

... Sir Nodd. Given all that has happened this week, your accident troubles me little.

There is no need to carry such guilt.

[murdergate]

[ the look of a (half-)man that is 99% guilt. ]

I'll... take you at your word. Well.

[ this time, a pat to dion's knee. ]

You're a good guy.

[agamid]

[ he just smiles, looking amused ]

Rather, I think you ought to expect better. It is no grave sin that you committed. No one should torment you over it.

[murdergate]

It was pestering you on a week you had more trouble than you'd earned. Let me be sorry about it.

[ eying the arm stump...? prosthetic? did he pick yet? ]

[agamid]

Alright. I accept your apology then.

[ it is still a stump! it's hidden inside the sleeve of his shirt though. ]

[murdergate]

... Was that your dominant hand?

[agamid]

No, I am lucky for that.