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[malfattore]

{It was funny. He knew he'd die.

Didn't expect to wake up in an alley, though, least of all that alley. Malfatto recognizes it the moment his eyes flash open, the brick, almost the scent, though what comes new of it is the sheer, crippling pain when he tries to move, tries to turn on his side. Rasping a breath, lungs searing, he cries out

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[wellsuited]

...You're back.

[Elena's a gifted girl. Stating the obvious is one of them.]

Voice

[malfattore]

Quite.

Have I missed work, Elena? Do you need me there?

{Hey, that's what he likes about her. Sometimes.}

Voice

[wellsuited]

Why don't you...take a couple of days off. Pull yourself together. There's nothing going on that can't wait.

[...Wow, did she really just say that?]

Voice

[malfattore]

{He's wondering the same thing. Cue the confused blinking.}

I suppose? If that sits well with you, dear.

Voice

[wellsuited]

It's just that someone important from home arrived. It's my responsibility to help him get settled in.

[And maybe she needs to talk to Kunsel too.]

Voice

[malfattore]

Ahhh, capisco! Attend to your affairs, Elena. I'll come by to see you at the Arena in the next few days, if that's acceptable.

{Yeeaaaaah, maybe she should.}

Voice

[wellsuited]

Sure, I'll see you then. Watch yourself, Malfatto.

[Not that he'll need to, what with everyone else watching him.]

Voice

[malfattore]

Hm? Certainly... I suppose... ?

{Ohhhh, he knows. He knows.}