"It was a fool's errand from the start. Such a waste of life." He sighs and gropes for a near-empty hip flask tucked behind the cushion of his chair, downing the remains of it in one deep swallow. "No matter. It's history now and not even the history of the world I'm in. Have you come to return my jacket, good sir?" Nightingale affects a rakish grin with moderate success.
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Date: 2023-11-21 11:49 pm (UTC)