as I hold my soul all the music pours out
“Gods, I hope not,” Falke says, doing a quick check around the two of them. “Why, do you suspect you are?” He does, at least, refrain from pointing out that Mort or Ludo might have the kindness and foresight to give the Priest a heads up if his time is coming. And most importantly, that the Fixer is not the mortal harbinger of either.
Though his most recent encounter with Gideon has led Falke to believe that the Priest is less uptight than he might have previously thought, something seems a bit… off? about the man. He can’t quite put his finger on it yet, and he isn’t close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath, The Fixer’s eyes narrow ever so slightly. “No, I actually came to tell you that I met her.” There’s a mostly unintentional pause as he expects Gideon to get it, and then quickly realizes that he may not - not because he’s drunk, but because the statement was vague. So he ads, “Vi’s chosen. Amalia.”
Though his most recent encounter with Gideon has led Falke to believe that the Priest is less uptight than he might have previously thought, something seems a bit… off? about the man. He can’t quite put his finger on it yet, and he isn’t close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath, The Fixer’s eyes narrow ever so slightly. “No, I actually came to tell you that I met her.” There’s a mostly unintentional pause as he expects Gideon to get it, and then quickly realizes that he may not - not because he’s drunk, but because the statement was vague. So he ads, “Vi’s chosen. Amalia.”
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
