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Filo's was your standard Outer Rim watering hole, serving drinks and bar fare. A handful of patrons sat at the tables, drinking and talking, but the place was far from busy.
Eloise monitored the room from her table in the far corner, keeping an eye on the door especially. She had showed up early, which was unusual for her. Then again, so was getting involved in other people's business.
Why am I doing this? she asked herself, not for the first time since she decided to tell Silas what she had learned. She had only just met him a few hours ago, yet here she was, about to drop a bombshell on him. He didn't need to be involved, but she was offering him a chance anyway. Why?
It's because of Diogo, isn't it? If the roles were reversed, and you were in Silas' place, you'd want to be the one who pulled the trigger.
Eloise monitored the room from her table in the far corner, keeping an eye on the door especially. She had showed up early, which was unusual for her. Then again, so was getting involved in other people's business.
Why am I doing this? she asked herself, not for the first time since she decided to tell Silas what she had learned. She had only just met him a few hours ago, yet here she was, about to drop a bombshell on him. He didn't need to be involved, but she was offering him a chance anyway. Why?
It's because of Diogo, isn't it? If the roles were reversed, and you were in Silas' place, you'd want to be the one who pulled the trigger.