gabriel considers her question. would he lose ground, or face, to tell her it was a request? it was preposterous to think so, yet decades of this.. lifestyle, has engrained it into him.

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finally, he replies.
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"a request." he lets out a long breathe. "one you can refuse."

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he nods, content to let the conversation slip into another topic entirely. gabriel wasn't the 'heart on his sleeve' type of a man, though this injury had surely made his emotions more of a wreck than normal.
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"plates are in the cabinet there," he says, pointing to a pair near the sink, "have you ever cooked bacon?" the implication in the question hangs, thumb pointed in the refrigerator's direction.
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"sausages in there, too, if you prefer."

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the question she poses surprises him — not the subject matter, he'd been asked that more times than he could count, in the recent months. but, he hadn't expected her own curiosity to take hold. or, was it simply conversation?
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"tiresome," he confesses, lifting the waffle iron to begin scooping out his latest creation, "but it was to be expected. we carry the burdens of the region, their failures, and shortcoming, and rarely their successes." it reaches the plate rather unceremoniously, sharp and crisp.
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"with this meteor coming, many are scrambling for their heads for the first time in years — change is due, i suspect."

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"people are afraid; they want answers. answers that we can not, or will not give." he prepares the plate while he speaks, satisfied that it was finally time to eat.
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"rocket will take advantage of this, as they usually do. those with ambitions above their station, too." he gathers the silverware from the drawer.
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"peoples jobs, their lives, are on the line. now, more than ever, the league is being scruitnized. people will turn on one another, seats of power will shift, and alliances forged. if we survive this meteor, this will not be the same hoenn you see today nina. this i promise you."
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"patience," he replies simply, "while others race towards a goal, i take my time, weighing my options." it had its downsides, of course. he was nearly twice of the age of all the league's ace trainers, and he'd stand little chance against them as it was.
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still, they would understand the concept one day.
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"come, sit. let's eat. the day has been long, and i am hungry."

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