[The offer is one Ortus dwells on but for a moment. He recalls the peculiar numbing tingle of his last bout with intoxication, his first day in the city. He has not touched the stuff since.]
I should like a drink.
[He declares, quietly, returning to pick up some of the last of the cargo. Such a strikingly small pile, the sum of the life built inside these walls on such tenuous foundations.]
I had thought there to be time. [Leaden resolve ekes into his voice:] I shall not make such an error again.
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I should like a drink.
[He declares, quietly, returning to pick up some of the last of the cargo. Such a strikingly small pile, the sum of the life built inside these walls on such tenuous foundations.]
I had thought there to be time. [Leaden resolve ekes into his voice:] I shall not make such an error again.