an insane Second and a pissed-off Third you're not having to kill yourself (again)
*is so thrown by all of this that he can only stare back at you, anything snide or angry or hurt falling away* *thinks hard (nice guy, way too soldier-y)* Erestor? And...shit. The hell is her name. *thinks harder (the neurons don't fire as quickly in here and fuck if he knows random Fountains)* E... (E-clique) Elemmakil. What's the matter with them?
*had never once considered that Ecthelion's relationships might require cultivation, and support, and strengthening (like, you know, a human being)* *really did just figure you all got the memo that says he shits diamonds and that was it*
*but all that is forgotten in the face of backhand me into a table* *rather stupidly* Someone hurt you. (I knew it.) I could never hurt you. (Except you do all the time, don't you?) *can't make any sense of most of what you're saying, unless...(plenty of guys)(they usually tipped me)* You were...what. A stripper? (Ecthelion would know. You told Ecthelion. Why would you tell Saint Ecthelion the Better-than-you?)