Don't be sorry. Be better. [ Celandine huffs. Nonetheless, Lambert of all people isn't the person to deliver this lecture. So far as he can tell, Julien's already reaped what he sowed, and if Sans is holding any sort of grudge -- unlikely, given the skeleton's personality, but who really knows -- or actually wants to see Julien, he doesn't have a doubt the Warden can find him easily enough. Not Lambert's business.
Having said as much as he cares to on the matter -- and singularly uninterested in further discussion of what Julien is and isn't sorry for or dwelling on ifs -- he shrugs as best as he can lying back as he is, shutting his eyes and running his fingers absently through Celandine's patchy fur while she settles down. ]
no subject
Having said as much as he cares to on the matter -- and singularly uninterested in further discussion of what Julien is and isn't sorry for or dwelling on ifs -- he shrugs as best as he can lying back as he is, shutting his eyes and running his fingers absently through Celandine's patchy fur while she settles down. ]
Not exactly what you signed up for, is it?