Well, you can't exactly know. Doing much the same inspired mine, and lo, I am become a god. [A DEMIgod, Thomas. And fifteen. But you know. Bright sides, bragging points. Whatever.] Or some such thing. Still a bit of a Hell, you ask me, but not QUITE the hell I breezed in from.
I'm from Downton. And my writer insists you're not the Duke. Certainly I can't see him in that get up, nor letting his hair grow out so long. But I can't deny you've a face just like his.
No, not a Duke. [ A laugh. ] I could hardly imagine another sharing my face, but I promise you that I am not... well, I gather he was a tosspot. [ He pauses. ] I don't mean any offense, really.
'Course once she's done looking back, there'll be more to come. And the way people have been dropping round here, I wouldn't be surprised if I bought it just before the end.
Well, not strictly sentimental so much as I've got the distinct feeling
she'll be standing at the end. [He's half convinced the Dowager is
some sort of ascended being. Also omnipotent.] And nothing's going
to take US out and I'm half sure the rest of them are just going to tear
each other's throats out someday while we watch.
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video.
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Some DO have greatness thrust upon 'em.
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Would either of us do differently?
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Still. There are worse faces you could share.
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Complacency does tend to signal death. Metaphorical or otherwise.
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She's made me a demigod and a child. I'm certain my mundane would find away.
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Not precisely worse but different. Which is annoying when you can't pin them down.
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You do know you survive at least? That's no small feat. Mundanes though, really. Madness.
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'Course once she's done looking back, there'll be more to come. And the way people have been dropping round here, I wouldn't be surprised if I bought it just before the end.
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You suppose. I was rather counting on it being me...you...us.. and the old lady left by the end. Standstill, you know.
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Old Lady Grantham? [Yeah, he does. He so does.]
Not that I'm saying that to her or anybody else's face, mind.
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Well, not strictly sentimental so much as I've got the distinct feeling she'll be standing at the end. [He's half convinced the Dowager is some sort of ascended being. Also omnipotent.] And nothing's going to take US out and I'm half sure the rest of them are just going to tear each other's throats out someday while we watch.
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Well. Forget her.
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No surprise, I"m sure, but I like the way you think.
O'brien...Eh, less said the better there, now.