[Despite the sing-song, mocking lilt to it, there's an honest weariness in his tone.]
'twas not you I meant. ...Although you too are as much a broken man as I. [Or he'd like to believe so, anyway, to lessen the hot sting of shame forever burning a hole in his chest. He sticks a hand out for the wine, flapping his fingers impatiently, only to remember that Hector has no doubt polished it off.]
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Oh, Hector, Hector, Hector~
[Despite the sing-song, mocking lilt to it, there's an honest weariness in his tone.]
'twas not you I meant. ...Although you too are as much a broken man as I. [Or he'd like to believe so, anyway, to lessen the hot sting of shame forever burning a hole in his chest. He sticks a hand out for the wine, flapping his fingers impatiently, only to remember that Hector has no doubt polished it off.]