[ He's dying for more information, but also a little too proud to just ask if Rodrugiez doesn't choose to elaborate. Instead he watches curiously as he picks up the bottle and takes a sniff. Huh. Maybe he's illiterate? Or just can't read the language on the labels, which are clearly visible. ]
A year?
[ His first instinct is alarm. To be trapped here that long, away from Alina...and then he remembers. He's dead. Alina doesn't need him anymore. There's nothing else for him now.
He steps forward, turning his back and trying, again, to relax. Whatever's in that bottle, it's going to sting. ]
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A year?
[ His first instinct is alarm. To be trapped here that long, away from Alina...and then he remembers. He's dead. Alina doesn't need him anymore. There's nothing else for him now.
He steps forward, turning his back and trying, again, to relax. Whatever's in that bottle, it's going to sting. ]
Does anyone ever leave?