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[latkje]

Date & Time: Backdated before the last mission.
Location: City outskirts
Characters: Nash & Elza
Summary: Happy reunions!!
Warnings: N/A

Exsilium was a heavy place, filled with noise and cold and fog. People were crowded close on the sidewalks, by the street stalls. But not Nash. He walked through the widest parts of the street, the nip of the breeze sometimes catching at his scarf.

He had the suspicion that someone was following him. But he was used to that.

He whistled, anyway.

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[latkje]

"I'm allowed to contradict myself. I'm contradictory." He waved his hands, a gesture of openness, of surrender.

Nash wasn't going to answer the second part. Because he did know, and so did she. There was nothing to say.

[marked_for_death]

"Is that so? I'll have to keep that in mind for the future then," she said in return. Somehow she didn't think that it was just married life that had changed him that way, but given her situation back in their own world, Elza knew far too well that she'd never discover anything further either.

"So who's the lucky woman?"

[latkje]

He shakes his head. "You don't know her."

And then, after a thoughtful pause. "And lucky is a stretch."

[marked_for_death]

A slender brow rose up at his initial answer. Well, there was no doubt that he was right there, but given the information he'd been seeping out, she couldn't help but find some level of curiosity within.

"Oh? And why might that be?"

[latkje]

"Well, you know what happened to the last Mrs. Latkje, right?" He shuddered inwardly at his own joke. "I'm a catcher, not a catch."

[marked_for_death]

The implication of the joke didn't go over her head at all. She supposed that he had a point there, but the gunner had a feeling that there was a lot more to the story than that. Yet she held enough respect for Nash not to pry, at least not to such depths anyway.

"Well I suppose that I should commend you for able to catch yourself a woman then?" It was a change of topic, but not for her though. While she was known for not caring much for anything beyond her own self-interests, she didn't have an interest of pulling out painful information or memories from those she had nothing against... well so long as a job wasn't involved.

[latkje]

"It's better than being lonely." After a minute, though, he thought better of it. "Marriage doesn't always fix that, though."

[marked_for_death]

She didn't say anything in response. Such a normal life was something that was never meant for her, even if her death had never occurred. Did she care over such a fact? Not really, as Elza knew well that before the betrayal of the Guild's Elders, she had had something far more important than something as simple as a marriage.

"You'd best be careful, otherwise I might start mistaking you as a sentimental old fool, Master Latkje," Elza teased while her expression appear to reflect her amusement.