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[thereneverwas]

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[thereneverwas]

[There's an extended pause, in which Barrow considers his response: how to express affection without continuing to poke at her, a chasm across which he sees no obvious passage. But he is, if anything, conciliatory-- some things in life are won and maintained by just... rolling over and admitting defeat.]

All right.

[There's nothing harsh or bitten back about the words, short as they are.]

[poleaxed]

We ain't fucking, or gonna fuck. He's a good fighter, and flirting riles him up. It's funny. That's all. If it were serious, like, I'd not have said a bloody thing.

[thereneverwas]

Got it.

[A pause.]

...it is funny.

[It's good they agree.]

[poleaxed]

Yeah, he's a laugh. Just trying to figure what makes him tick.

[thereneverwas]

Suggesting he can't beat someone in a fight seems to do it.

He's got some lofty ideas, that one. Seems to think there should be more executions around here.

[poleaxed]

Which is why no one here'll ever take him serious. Harmless, he is.

But don't fight him, mate. I mean it.

[thereneverwas]

Mate you think I'm gonna fucking fight him? He clove a training dummy in half. In twain.

I can't even fight you. No thanks.

[poleaxed]

[Finally, something like a laugh.] In twain. You knob.

He's a beast to fight, you're right about that.

[thereneverwas]

Look, it was extraordinary. It deserved an extraordinary word.