Sarn Ardeskian
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So, there it was.
This morose man hadn't lost just any run of the mill lover, he'd lost thee lover. The one, the only, the mate of his soul.
Well, that explains a lot, Sarn was quick to decide, as he set his smoking cigarra down and reached for the nearly empty bottle, refilling his glass without delay and topping Crix's off as well. Regardless of how this conversation continued - although, to be honest, the bodyguard wasn't sure it even should at this point, at least not with this sensitive subject at its core - another strong drink was needed. 'When in doubt, drown the world out,' his older brother had often said, when things hadn't gone the way he had wanted them to, which, in his case, had been far too often to count.
That always seemed like sound advice in the moment, but, even now, Sarn could tell that that wouldn't do the trick here. He'd opened a can of slippery space slugs and now he had to deal with it, even if it meant digging his hole a little deeper.
"I didn't, sir," is all he had to offer, feeling no need to apologize for something he had little control over.
Up until this moment, everyone, including his boss, had more or less skirted around the topic of Toby. Had he thought it a serious matter? Sure, from what he could piece together, it had been a tragic ending for someone far too young; however, had he known just how important the man was, he probably would've avoided this conversation like one does an unruly asteroid field. Going in blind was akin to a death wish, and Sarn wasn't ready to call it quits just yet.
"Perhaps a toast is in order, to honor those we've lost?"