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[For personal threads, memos, things left in his quarters for him to stumble on, confessions of love, injunctions, jars of bees, and so forth.]

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[elegiaque]

( Gwenaëlle, of all people, understands what she's looking at. It pricks at her - she wishes she had something better to offer. That she could tell him he was cared for. That she could tell him she knows he won't be executed for other people's failures.

She's given him honesty. It's cold comfort, but it will have to do. )

If you need to speak with me for any reason, I've a crystal or Ser Coupe knows where to reach me. And I'll tell you this -

I'm neither very patient nor very nice. I'm not a bleeding heart, and I hate having my time wasted. I don't take on anything I believe to be a lost cause. You're not, ( very clearly, as she rises, her own cup empty but his and the teapot left for him, ) a lost cause.

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[Honesty is all he can hope for, at the moment. Cade nods a final time, looking uneasy at how pointedly Gwen explains herself, but her message isn't lost on him. Perhaps her words won't convince him now, but at least, if someone impatient and not very nice says it, she must believe it.]