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[atowncalledtreffy]

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[untiltheend]

[Yeah, but maybe Sebastian kinda sorta wants that warden key for himself-- But okay, this works too.]

Thank you very much, Sir. I appreciate it.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah, yeah.

Some not-a-flood, huh.

[untiltheend]

Quite.

[...]

I will admit I do not remember all of it clearly, but... I apologise for my tone during it.

[Sure he was in horrific pain at the time, but that's no excuse.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah. I'm sorry too. I don't do well when I'm sick.

[untiltheend]

Understandable, Sir. Humans seldom do.

[Sebastian holds himself to higher standards.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

You were pretty funny, from what I can remember.

[untiltheend]

Were I, now.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Very, uh. 'Real'? Less polite?

I don't know the word for it.

[untiltheend]

[.........Ugh.]

I apologise belatedly. I was in quite an amount of pain, as much as that does not excuse my conduct at the time.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor chuckles, and adopts a lordly tone in text]

I accept your apology, and assure you it isn't necessary.