Soon, the only ones left in the room are Tristran, Yvaine.
Slowly, he begins to stand, swallowing as he makes his way towards the doors, wishing something would strike him down. Not enough to kill him, but to perhaps...maim his leg to the point of ... not being able to dance! Right.
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Date: 2007-07-02 07:55 pm (UTC)Slowly, he begins to stand, swallowing as he makes his way towards the doors, wishing something would strike him down. Not enough to kill him, but to perhaps...maim his leg to the point of ... not being able to dance! Right.
"Are you -- ready?" he asks her.