[ w-well. when she puts it like that... Abel huffs softly under his breath, shifting his weight from one foot to the next and looking quite like he can't decide if he should be contrary or not. just for the sake of it. because sometimes, a man has to be 5 years old. these are the rules. ]

...I-I mean, I suppose you're right.

[ no, she definitely is-- ]

Are you saying that maybe there's some kind of red thread that ties us all together? Have you heard of that fable...? Ah, maybe it's particularly apt, now I think about it.