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[foundafamily]

Hey, listen up. I’ve got an idea.

[Evidently a very important one, judging by how soberly he’s speaking.]

Obviously we need things to do in between gettin’ set on fire and havin’ our heads messed with. So I was gonna set up a card table in the bar—could be poker, faro, anything if we can get enough players for it. If people like it, we could make it a regular thing.

If you don’t know how to play, I’ll teach you. And if anybody knows any other games, I’d like to see ‘em.

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[foundafamily]

You're not even gonna try to change it?

[He's not even contemptuous so much as incredulous.]

People like that never last long where I'm from.

[Maybe he means it as an explanation for why he keeps hammering the point. Maybe it's more insult. Even Firo's not really sure.]

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle takes it as a little bit of both.]

I'm not likely to last long anyway, if it matters so much to you.

[foundafamily]

And you don’t think that’s more reason to try your hardest?

[It’s a very alien way of thinking to him. Even when he knew he was probably done for, he’d always fought for just a little bit more.]

[tongueamok]

Lad, I'm— [He cuts himself off, frustrated.] Firo, right. I don't think it matters whether or not I try to win any fight I'm in. I might as well not set myself up for the disappointment of failure. I've had enough of that already.

[foundafamily]

[No matter how much he gapes at Carlisle like a breathless fish, Firo can't figure out that reasoning. And he's not so sure he even wants to.

So he goes for the ad hominem argument.]

You're ridiculous.