[ it's a good night to be out of the house, frankly. Of course Bucciarati watched the broadcast; of course it bothered him. But there's very little to actually do about it. Religious zealots aren't the type that can be reasoned with, and going after them would neither save the people who were already hurt nor stop this from happening again, provided he even had the means to do so. He doesn't have the power to make a difference here. Tonight, he has no intention of doing anything other than clearing his head.
The sun hasn't fully set yet, but he already looks a little more bestial from the lack of daylight, fur crawling up his chest and neck and around his cheekbones in a manner similar to Trish's. ]
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The sun hasn't fully set yet, but he already looks a little more bestial from the lack of daylight, fur crawling up his chest and neck and around his cheekbones in a manner similar to Trish's. ]
What is it?
[ he can guess, but he asks anyway. ]