[ The moment he's emptied his bottle, Bariyan immediately reaches for one of Koltira's. The cap twists off. He flicks it away, watches it bounce over brick and vanish into the debris. ]
Neither can I.
[ He drinks more slowly now, leaning back to look around as he does so. He can see a few shadowy figures far off, moving further away. Otherwise the block remains quiet and empty. Almost unnaturally so. Hardly any sign of life, in all this destruction. Certainly no sign here....
He misses Martin, suddenly, sharply. And inexplicably; he'd just seen the boy hours ago. And would likely see him again, very soon. But a part of him remembers that Martin had died, or was dead....
Bariyan finds that he is done with his drink much sooner than he'd anticipated. He goes for the next. ]
Can you still taste, Koltira? [ He holds this bottle up, swirling it, inspecting the liquid inside. ] How well?
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Neither can I.
[ He drinks more slowly now, leaning back to look around as he does so. He can see a few shadowy figures far off, moving further away. Otherwise the block remains quiet and empty. Almost unnaturally so. Hardly any sign of life, in all this destruction. Certainly no sign here....
He misses Martin, suddenly, sharply. And inexplicably; he'd just seen the boy hours ago. And would likely see him again, very soon. But a part of him remembers that Martin had died, or was dead....
Bariyan finds that he is done with his drink much sooner than he'd anticipated. He goes for the next. ]
Can you still taste, Koltira? [ He holds this bottle up, swirling it, inspecting the liquid inside. ] How well?