Aye. Because it ain't us, it's like being drunk or brain fevered.
Did he hurt you?
[Bush finds that he's fretting; things are beyond his control in a way they haven't been since he was a midshipman, but he is grown and Zane is... well, he is fond of the tormented young man and wants to be of some use.]
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Did he hurt you?
[Bush finds that he's fretting; things are beyond his control in a way they haven't been since he was a midshipman, but he is grown and Zane is... well, he is fond of the tormented young man and wants to be of some use.]
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But he's bad. I know he's bad. Here, too, not just there.
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But I shall keep my distance, don't fret. I can do that.
...do you young folk share evenings? You look so low I hope you have company.
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[ And he wants to keep promises, now. ]
I might be better alone today.
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I'll take care. When you are feeling like company, come by my cabin to share a drop, poor lad.
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I did things too - bad things.
Do you think I should apologize to those people?
[ He is genuinely asking advice. ]
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That's a hard thing to know. Better to leave it be, I thin.
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[He still isn't sure.]