[this sort of talk should be very depressing. it's the kind of thing that would normally put Tonic into a bitter mood, were he down in his little hole in the ground, cursing the world above. but he's up here right now, walking among them, which makes him feel as though he has somehow--against all odds--tricked them.
he gives the other's arm an affectionate squeeze.] Freedom, hm? It must be nice.
[he gives a somewhat-dramatic sigh and rolls his head to rest on the other's shoulder again while they walk.]
Babe, you never explained to me what that thing was you were talking about.
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he gives the other's arm an affectionate squeeze.] Freedom, hm? It must be nice.
[he gives a somewhat-dramatic sigh and rolls his head to rest on the other's shoulder again while they walk.]
Babe, you never explained to me what that thing was you were talking about.