[ Okay, that reaction makes the number—the year, whatever—seem even less manageable. Jimmy rubs a hand over his face, feeling a surge of relief when the conversation turns away from the enormous five-year gulf between him and the kid. ]
What's in it for you? Seriously? A piece of the action. [ Nevermind that "the action" thus far has been: selling grease (more lucrative than it sounds!) and bartering for the dregs of the grain supply during the miserable siege of a hellish pit (worse than it sounds!). Nevermind that deciding to con the only person you recognize five days post-abduction into a magical universe crawling with ghosts and demons would take massive balls. Nevermind the weird disappointment in the kid's voice at Jimmy not knowing him.
The point is he would love for this not to be true, and barring that would love five minutes of the remote possibility of it not being true. ] Where are you?
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What's in it for you? Seriously? A piece of the action. [ Nevermind that "the action" thus far has been: selling grease (more lucrative than it sounds!) and bartering for the dregs of the grain supply during the miserable siege of a hellish pit (worse than it sounds!). Nevermind that deciding to con the only person you recognize five days post-abduction into a magical universe crawling with ghosts and demons would take massive balls. Nevermind the weird disappointment in the kid's voice at Jimmy not knowing him.
The point is he would love for this not to be true, and barring that would love five minutes of the remote possibility of it not being true. ] Where are you?