[ Percival makes a considering noise, but decides to leave that train of conversation where it is. Credence is lucky, in a way, to remember that much - but Percival is not foolish enough to say that aloud, or suggest that it somehow makes up for the next sixteen years he's managed to survive. ]
Well. I, for one, will be glad to have your assistance. I'm certain Marguerite will have more to say about whether or not I am the sort of person one finds it easy to assist... [ Percival shakes his head. ] But we've done well thus far.
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Well. I, for one, will be glad to have your assistance. I'm certain Marguerite will have more to say about whether or not I am the sort of person one finds it easy to assist... [ Percival shakes his head. ] But we've done well thus far.
Are you hungry?