On future plans. Your life, James. Your life.

[lastrat]

Not only are you planning - giddily, I might add - to kill me, but to add insult to insanity, you want to put me under the charge of a teenager.

And I haven't forgiven Vesper, no matter what this-- [Hmph no he refuses to call it a flood] --event has me saying.

The least you could do is let me into the pub.

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shut up and take my feels

[lastrat]

Somehow, I doubt she ever regretted that.

[But now he has to imagine Silva at the wedding, and the reception. M was married by the time he really knew her; he can't imagine her before that, not really. He remembers her husband's funeral, though, a small thing closed to family and friends that he hadn't so much attended as spied on and left his condolences.]

I don't think our [And his lip twitches, just slightly, not a smile or a grimace] evil queen of numbers would have cared for a dog piddling on her carpet.