A quiet celebration.

[Jihadjoe]

David looked at his empty glass for a moment in silence. A recent conversation replaying in his mind. This was exacty the sort of thinking he'd come here to avoid, but it seemed to him that maybe some things couldn't really be escaped.

"I keep... losing people." He paused, frowning a little. "She's dead, and that's something that I have to live with. It's not my place to consider it. I couldn't. That'd be Fel's choice, and one she's not able to make." He lapsed into silence again for a while and rubbed his forehead, wishing he had a full glass in his hand just so he could occupy himself with the action of drinking it. He looked Kate in the eye.

"But, the choice was offered to me. Choices that I shouldn't have to make, but it's worryingly similar to ones I make every day of my life. Acceptable losses, reasonable damage for the goal we're trying to achieve... Lives which aren't mine, and I have to make decisions regarding them. It's tempting. For my own benefit... But I can't say yes. I've considered it, and made my choice. What's happened has happened. It isn't my place to try and undo that."

He looked over at the bar, then back at Kate. "Want another drink?"

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