[He shifts to pull his knees toward his chest, more to be comfortable than in any specific amount of anxiety (though her stress is a little harrowing, for him, maybe), and fixes her with a still-bland stare.]
If there's one thing I definitely don't have to do, it's anything even remotely important. [Not addressing that he shouldn't wish casually for death. Sorry, Bernadetta, nihilism is about all he knows.]
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If there's one thing I definitely don't have to do, it's anything even remotely important. [Not addressing that he shouldn't wish casually for death. Sorry, Bernadetta, nihilism is about all he knows.]