[The blood from the someone in his care who he immediately got abducted away from, even! It's fine, he's fine... It should be fine... Why he's even so bothered in the first place is something he's having trouble considering.
He takes a moment to consider the offer, a tired sense to him.]
That's kind of you, Dante. [But rather than force his acquaintance (colleague? ally?) to deal with any significant amount of sincerity immediately, he moves on, casting a glance at the wilted, discolored produce.] Certainly, I'll come along. Where are you headed?
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He takes a moment to consider the offer, a tired sense to him.]
That's kind of you, Dante. [But rather than force his acquaintance (colleague? ally?) to deal with any significant amount of sincerity immediately, he moves on, casting a glance at the wilted, discolored produce.] Certainly, I'll come along. Where are you headed?