[It's the middle of the night, and Sorrow is at the fountain. His shirt is dampened, the black fabric matte in patches where liquid has gathered. There are flecks of blood at the edges of his hair; since it isn't tamed back right now, thin locks manage to dangle by his jaw. His face seems to have gone past rueful, past said, past even despaired,
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Sorrow?
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Yes?
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[It's pretty clear that this isn't how he usually acts -- he's blowing off Iroh, his tone dismissive and distracted.]
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[Curt and dismissive -- not his usual style.]
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Is it the vampire thing again?
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What?
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Hey, man, there anyplace to get a drink 'round here?
[He then notices the limp man]
The fuck is wrong wit him?
[He can't help but feel that something isn't right. Rummy might not be the smartest bulb out there, but he knows when something's fishy]
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A drink? The Blue Light. That way.
[He points off vaguely in the right direction -- and completely ignores the other question, walking past Rummy at a moderate pace as if nothing had happened.]
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Once the man is a few paces away, Rummy touches the limp man's chest causing him to lurch a little and the blonde man sees a flash of red. He lifts his fingers and notices traces of blood.]
Holy shit...
[Looks at the grey-haired man, then at the dead guy, putting two and two together]
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