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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 25, 2014 1:42:15 GMT -5
"You could probably find someone else very easily," Herbert pointed out, striding back over toward the harpsichord. "This city's got good picking for rich mortals, you know. Gotham, too. That Wayne fellow seems like he'd be easy prey for you."
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Post by Sarah on Mar 25, 2014 2:01:26 GMT -5
"Well, if I have to. But I don't want to do that anymore, Herbert. I wanted to leave that town when I was still living. I don't regret your father making me what I am and I don't regret not leaving with that Alfred - he's probably dead now anyway." She made a face. "I want to make it on my own. Your father does, why shouldn't I?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 25, 2014 2:03:16 GMT -5
"I wish I could do the same," Herbert said wistfully.
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Post by Sarah on Mar 25, 2014 2:07:05 GMT -5
She patted his elbow.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 25, 2014 2:08:38 GMT -5
He blinked at her, and then smiled, not unfondly.
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