Are they really that surprised that the people who're being forced to participate in their program aren't happy about it? Seems kind of like it should be a no-brainer, to me.
[ Sure, there are people here who aren't entirely against the system in place, but is there anyone who's actually happy living like this? ]
Desperate times call for desperate measures? Don't mean it's right, though. I'm just as clueless as you there, miss.
[ Which displeases him, but he keeps a smile on through it all. ]
Drinks? I'm just having water. By the way, you can look at the cakes over there. [ He cocks his head toward the display at the end of the room. ] Just let 'em know what you're ordering at the counter. I'll have what you're having.
Guess it shouldn't be surprising that none of this makes sense…
[ She orders a water as well— "with lemon, please!"— and takes a look over at the display. Even from her seat she sees a ton that catches her interest. Her eyes light up, probably for the first time since she's arrived here. A case full of cakes can do that to a girl, particularly one with as strong a sweet tooth as Ann's. ]
[ Aaand she excuses herself to scope out those cakes! She spends a few minutes waffling over her choice— there's so many and there's only so much room in her stomach— before ordering and rejoining him at the table, all smiles. ]
The sweet honey mascarpone cake looked really good, so… I went with that.
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Are they really that surprised that the people who're being forced to participate in their program aren't happy about it? Seems kind of like it should be a no-brainer, to me.
[ Sure, there are people here who aren't entirely against the system in place, but is there anyone who's actually happy living like this? ]
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I getcha, but what do they care about us? They want to fix their world, not protect ours.
[The waiter gives them the menu, and Assassin leans back to open his.]
I'll have the chicken pesto. You?
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[ Snapping the menu closed again, she passes it back to the waiter as he jots down their orders and leaves. Ann exhales, sinking back into her seat. ]
That's another thing I don't get… how is forcing us into any of this even going to help them?
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[ Which displeases him, but he keeps a smile on through it all. ]
Drinks? I'm just having water. By the way, you can look at the cakes over there. [ He cocks his head toward the display at the end of the room. ] Just let 'em know what you're ordering at the counter. I'll have what you're having.
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[ She orders a water as well— "with lemon, please!"— and takes a look over at the display. Even from her seat she sees a ton that catches her interest. Her eyes light up, probably for the first time since she's arrived here. A case full of cakes can do that to a girl, particularly one with as strong a sweet tooth as Ann's. ]
Um— you're sure? Because… I like it really sweet.
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[Little does he know that he will regret this.]
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If you say so? I'll be right back, then!
[ Aaand she excuses herself to scope out those cakes! She spends a few minutes waffling over her choice— there's so many and there's only so much room in her stomach— before ordering and rejoining him at the table, all smiles. ]
The sweet honey mascarpone cake looked really good, so… I went with that.
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[ Look, he never said he frequented this restaurant. ]