[Humor as a means of disarming. Renoir can almost accept it, but he cannot afford to appreciate it. Not when he is alone in this place. Not when he needs to keep standing for that day he will no longer be alone.
His fingers curl around the handle of his cane, lifting it off the ground. But he repositions the tip rather than bring it to bear as he had done upon the beach. His head angles, almost positioning itself on his shoulder.]
That strange contraption? I believe so.
[The price of which is nothing. It is hardly the biggest debt he owes across his lifetime.]
Do you intend to leave this city alone?
[Are you in this city alone? Are your friends here? Does he need to make contingency plans? Will he have other people on which to direct his attention?]
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His fingers curl around the handle of his cane, lifting it off the ground. But he repositions the tip rather than bring it to bear as he had done upon the beach. His head angles, almost positioning itself on his shoulder.]
That strange contraption? I believe so.
[The price of which is nothing. It is hardly the biggest debt he owes across his lifetime.]
Do you intend to leave this city alone?
[Are you in this city alone? Are your friends here? Does he need to make contingency plans? Will he have other people on which to direct his attention?]