The issue here is that he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. Stede didn’t give him anything to work with.
“Who fucking knows.”
He pulls the letter from his dressing gown pocket and flips it over against his companion. Knock yourself out. He’s getting up to get back to his tea and top up the water- hand absently smoothing over his stomach as the anxiety starts to really find momentum and make him feel sick.
no subject
Izzy gives Lucius a sharp look.
The issue here is that he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. Stede didn’t give him anything to work with.
“Who fucking knows.”
He pulls the letter from his dressing gown pocket and flips it over against his companion. Knock yourself out. He’s getting up to get back to his tea and top up the water- hand absently smoothing over his stomach as the anxiety starts to really find momentum and make him feel sick.