[Sans laughs. It's not as hearty as he'd like - it's ragged and tired as he is, and it rasps. But it's not a happy sound, and it's more than a little dark.]
Is it stalactites or stalagmites that're up on the ceiling? I can never tell 'em apart.
[His grin widens. He's tired, Connor. He's tired, and he's heard and seen more shit in these past few days than he ever wanted to in his lifetime. He's tired, and he's just reached the very nadir of his tolerance for this - all this.]
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Is it stalactites or stalagmites that're up on the ceiling? I can never tell 'em apart.
[His grin widens. He's tired, Connor. He's tired, and he's heard and seen more shit in these past few days than he ever wanted to in his lifetime. He's tired, and he's just reached the very nadir of his tolerance for this - all this.]
Wanna find out?