[No wonder his back was aching. The last he could recall it was not yet midnight.
Cesare stands and stretches, letting out a heavy sigh before turning his attention back to the phone. He picks it up and gives a small attempt at a smile.]
What are you doing up at this hour? Was there something I could do for you?
[Another obnoxious yawn he can't seem to contain before he's able to respond. He's dimly aware now that his dream was broadcast, but it was short and sweet and Cesare is not really aware of how it might look to others. It was all quite natural to him.]
[Even as groggy as he is, his answer comes after only a moment's thought.]
Having them taken from you is more cruel. [He thinks of how Sforza took Lucrezia, albeit through marriage, away from Rome and away from himself.]
Getting someone back is more difficult I think than fighting your way to return to them if you are the one taken away. [And now he is thinking of his escape from the French army. It had been a daring undertaking but, altogether, not too difficult.]
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[She makes a face and holds her tongue before pushing away the dreamberry. She doesn't like this dream and chooses to wait a while before reaching for the dreamberry once again. She then sees that Cesare is slowly rousing and huffs at him.]
[He yawns so wide it almost hurts his jaw and makes his eyes water. Once that is out of the way he leans far back in his chair, scooted down in it, and blinks at Wicked Lady]
[She leans on her own desk and looks away from the dreamberry as he yawns like a bear and she's a moment before she looks back at the other.
She would say something about the dream, but she finds herself not wanting to even acknowledge it. Though she didn't watch most of it, she still heard quite a bit of it.]
[Cesare sits there quietly watching her, having no clue what she wants or why she isn't talking. He sits up straighter and tries to wake up some, blinking away some of the tiredness and clearing his throat.]
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Hello, Cesare, did you sleep well?
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Mmsuppose. What time is it?
[He's not really asking her, more thinking aloud as he squints toward the nearest window.
Cesare does not quite grasp yet that his dream was broadcast.]
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Cesare stands and stretches, letting out a heavy sigh before turning his attention back to the phone. He picks it up and gives a small attempt at a smile.]
What are you doing up at this hour? Was there something I could do for you?
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You miss her a lot, I was ignorant of the extent.
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I miss my family. Don't you?
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What do you think is crueler? Being taken from them, or them taken from you?
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Having them taken from you is more cruel. [He thinks of how Sforza took Lucrezia, albeit through marriage, away from Rome and away from himself.]
Getting someone back is more difficult I think than fighting your way to return to them if you are the one taken away. [And now he is thinking of his escape from the French army. It had been a daring undertaking but, altogether, not too difficult.]
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I knew you were more interesting than the typical sheep that frequent the churches.
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[Voice groggy and thoughts cluttered as he tries to waken himself. He rubs one eye and squints to see who is calling him now.]
M'good morning. What was that?
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[Wake up and smell coffee, or at least the cold morning air.]
You need to learn how to filter your device; that very fascinating dream was just broadcast across the lands for all to see.
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And? That was my sister, I have spoken of her to many here.
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I am awake.
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[He leans heavily back in his chair and stares at the phone.]
What do you want?
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Good morning.... Sunshine.
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mm. 'morning.
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She would say something about the dream, but she finds herself not wanting to even acknowledge it. Though she didn't watch most of it, she still heard quite a bit of it.]
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Is there something I can do for you?
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