[ another quiet, patient silence - and the creak of the chair as Abel leans his arms further against it, the honeycake momentarily forgotten. ]
Can you tell me why?
[ he is gathering bits and broken pieces of Rand's story, and... in all honesty, the more he collects, the more he is concerned. but perhaps it is better to be direct, to rip off the bandaid if he can.
Abel knows he isn't going to be able to help, otherwise. ]
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Can you tell me why?
[ he is gathering bits and broken pieces of Rand's story, and... in all honesty, the more he collects, the more he is concerned. but perhaps it is better to be direct, to rip off the bandaid if he can.
Abel knows he isn't going to be able to help, otherwise. ]