inbox.

[unshut]

(crystal | written | action)

Comments

[cozen]

[ Bastien laughs. ]

You know Loxley, the rifter? [ A sacrificial lamb—goat?—whom neither of them is close to and whose past cannot haunt him here, if it's a haunting sort of past. ] His real name is Chivalry. Poor man.

[unshut]

No. Dire. [Like an actress playing in Lowtown's shittiest theater, Fitcher's reaction is gauged to play with the cheap seats.]

Richard can't know, [is far more business like by contrast.] He'd have been blinded in a tragic eye rolling accident by now.