[The basics of gambling. In his knowledge of the Dreamscape, from its very foundation to the top of that scaffolded web of memoria, the Golden Hour is perhaps its crowning jewel. He understands the luxuries and indulgences sought there by those who come to rest their heads in the Dreamscape, but it was never a Moment he personally enjoyed. It was too bright, too noisy — necessary for him to be there as a presence of the Family but only bearable from its edges, at a distance.
Yet the question surprises him, and there's a show of it on his face, a slight wrinkle at his brow. Once, he might have answered differently, but...]
No. The only person you seem content to endanger is yourself.
[He doesn't sense a threat from this man now, though the murkiness of whatever exists in its absence is... harder to ascertain. Sunday reaches for his own card next; he doesn't avoid that eye contact, but his own gaze is coy, cast at Aventurine through lashes.]
i fear sad wet cat is the most accurate
Yet the question surprises him, and there's a show of it on his face, a slight wrinkle at his brow. Once, he might have answered differently, but...]
No. The only person you seem content to endanger is yourself.
[He doesn't sense a threat from this man now, though the murkiness of whatever exists in its absence is... harder to ascertain. Sunday reaches for his own card next; he doesn't avoid that eye contact, but his own gaze is coy, cast at Aventurine through lashes.]
Do you have any regrets?