[ Bigby's listening to it all, digesting every word and trying to make sense of how a woman like Rosalind walks into her inevitable death and the powers that come from it in turn. he leans back, debating on taking a cigarette out and enjoying the nicotine's natural ability to mellow oneself out. it would be rude to start suddenly blowing smoke in her face in the midst of her story and her fixing him up, so he decides to simply place one in his mouth to chew on thoughtfully as he leans back.
other than his initial question, he's surprisingly quiet. he doesn't pay much attention to the stitching, but his eyes do idly lower themselves to watch her handiwork. Bigby imagines that, even if his tolerance to pain wasn't obscenely high as is, her clean-up would be as painless as can be. he has to remind himself to give her a proper kudos at some point. maybe. can't go and fatten her ego up any further, now can he. ]
So... you're a ghost, in pretty much every sense of the word. A living ghost. [ not that surprising in his world, really. but still, it's one hell of a thing to swallow. ] Can't imagine you took all of that well. And your partner? All else considering, you turned out alright. I can only imagine there's a tragic ending you haven't gotten to yet.
[ Bigby has indeed noticed that she talks in plural tense quite a bit. the transition from "I" to "we" was so natural that he almost didn't notice it, but it gives him a good idea of how said partner must be ingrained in her head. ]
Thanks, by the way. You didn't make me start bleeding again, so that's a plus.
[ that's... that's a way of giving kudos, right. ]
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[ Bigby's listening to it all, digesting every word and trying to make sense of how a woman like Rosalind walks into her inevitable death and the powers that come from it in turn. he leans back, debating on taking a cigarette out and enjoying the nicotine's natural ability to mellow oneself out. it would be rude to start suddenly blowing smoke in her face in the midst of her story and her fixing him up, so he decides to simply place one in his mouth to chew on thoughtfully as he leans back.
other than his initial question, he's surprisingly quiet. he doesn't pay much attention to the stitching, but his eyes do idly lower themselves to watch her handiwork. Bigby imagines that, even if his tolerance to pain wasn't obscenely high as is, her clean-up would be as painless as can be. he has to remind himself to give her a proper kudos at some point. maybe. can't go and fatten her ego up any further, now can he. ]
So... you're a ghost, in pretty much every sense of the word. A living ghost. [ not that surprising in his world, really. but still, it's one hell of a thing to swallow. ] Can't imagine you took all of that well. And your partner? All else considering, you turned out alright. I can only imagine there's a tragic ending you haven't gotten to yet.
[ Bigby has indeed noticed that she talks in plural tense quite a bit. the transition from "I" to "we" was so natural that he almost didn't notice it, but it gives him a good idea of how said partner must be ingrained in her head. ]
Thanks, by the way. You didn't make me start bleeding again, so that's a plus.
[ that's... that's a way of giving kudos, right. ]