Cyrano nodded, gesturing around them as he leaned forward, folding his arms along the edge of the table.
"This...this little slice of heaven by the sea." he replied. "Before I arrived here, I was on the battlefield, starving and dying of thirst--supply lines were cut. I wake up, I'm treated, I'm given a new home and this idyllic life awaiting me here...it's no life. It's lies, and given the kind of man I am? I wrote that with the belief that I'm in Hell...and its true face will be revealed in short order."
When her wine arrived, Cyrano reached for his port, flashing her a grim little smile as he raised his glass in toast.
"But with a fellow soldier in my midst...a comrade to drink with...I feel a little less convinced that this is Hell." Clinking his glass against hers, he brought his glass to his lips.
"And a bit less claustrophobic." he finished before taking a long swallow of his port.
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"This...this little slice of heaven by the sea." he replied. "Before I arrived here, I was on the battlefield, starving and dying of thirst--supply lines were cut. I wake up, I'm treated, I'm given a new home and this idyllic life awaiting me here...it's no life. It's lies, and given the kind of man I am? I wrote that with the belief that I'm in Hell...and its true face will be revealed in short order."
When her wine arrived, Cyrano reached for his port, flashing her a grim little smile as he raised his glass in toast.
"But with a fellow soldier in my midst...a comrade to drink with...I feel a little less convinced that this is Hell." Clinking his glass against hers, he brought his glass to his lips.
"And a bit less claustrophobic." he finished before taking a long swallow of his port.