[It is strange, granted, to imagine that someone with such a privileged and particular air as Benedict should not own many things-- less strange to imagine that he'd guard jealously what he does own, as that's not unprecedented for the wealthy, but there is instead something desperate in how he hangs onto the few material objects he's been able to procure since starting over.
He senses that he's snapped at Edgard, and his instinct is to withdraw; it's humiliating, for several reasons.]
I'll show you where, [he grunts in agreement, and then turns off his crystal. He needs a moment.]
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Benedict! Have a question.
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Uh-huh?
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[Edgard is gesturing, but this is a crystal so Benedict can't see it.]
The smelly bottles!
[This last statement said in disgust.]
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[Edgard isn't sure how to ask this.]
Are you using them?
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...not... at this very moment.
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[A short huffed sigh.]
Will you use them? Are they important to you?
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[They're only his most prized possessions aside from the hookah, Edgard.]
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Well...
[The word is long and drawn out.]
Which one is the least important?
[He definitely shouldn't have asked.]
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Edgard,
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Do you really need all of them? There's so many! How can you need this many? Why do people like this? Just one, Benedict.
[Here it all comes out.]
Just need one!
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[A pause.]
If you steal one I'll know it's you.
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That's why I'm asking!
There's so many, Benedict!
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...don't touch my things, Edgard!
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Had I not asked would you have even noticed?
Let me have one, Benedict!
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[His voice breaks as he grows more emotional to add:]
They took all my shit and sold it, Edgard! Everything! Just let me fucking keep what's mine!
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Wasn't trying to--
[Deep breath.]
Not taking anything, I promise. Haven't touched it. Just looked. But won't anymore.
[He feels extremely bad. To him, Benedict's things seem extravagant and excessive, but he sees that it's very different to Benedict.]
M-Maybe you could show me where to get it? And...tell me how much it costs?
[There is the rub. This shit looks expensive.]
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He senses that he's snapped at Edgard, and his instinct is to withdraw; it's humiliating, for several reasons.]
I'll show you where, [he grunts in agreement, and then turns off his crystal. He needs a moment.]