[The sounds of battle are fierce all around, swords clashing, and the grunts and hollers of war. Duibhin's voice isn't very loud at first, the communicator tied to his hip jostled on as he's fighting. Someone falls and he chuckles, the explosive, metallic sound of an arcane barrage hitting platemail heard next. When he does finally speak, he's
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Most of it is not hers.]
Duibhin - [Breathe. Breathe. Swallow.] Duibhin, are you alright?
[And then a click, as she actually listens to the thing.]
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[Her expression changes, sudden as a summer storm. Her jaw drops. Her felfire eyes widen. Her chest is still rising and falling eratically, but aside from that, she is still.
There's a metallic shift. Her hand tightening on the communicator.]
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You didn't - you wouldn't - you wouldn't do this!
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That is all.]
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[Wearily he clicked on the communicator, sighing.]
...Oh. It's you.
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She doesn't know how to respond to Duibhín. What does she say? What could she say? 'Oh, so I see that you're the lover?' 'So you're Beras's wink and snigger?' 'You're the one we make fun of over mugs of kungaloosh on slow nights?'
She's struck with a desire to laugh.]
I - I can't believe... ahaha... Beras was...
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He is my lover, yes.
[And an awkward pause ensues as he waits, perhaps for the derogatory remarks he expects to hear all over again.]
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