[Has he seen it before? No, not exactly, but the familiarity is undeniable. A dark-haired man wielding a sword standing over the body of a woman, something in his expression slipping until he hears a shout from somewhere else in the building. Red Wine watches as the character tears himself away from the scene in front of him and flees the room, and finds himself frowning at the parallels to... certain events.]
It's just a coincidence, I'm sure.
[But he doesn't really want to watch anymore, so he turns his attention away and back to the pretty young man sitting at his side.]
Before I seek to charm you further, do you have a name?
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[Has he seen it before? No, not exactly, but the familiarity is undeniable. A dark-haired man wielding a sword standing over the body of a woman, something in his expression slipping until he hears a shout from somewhere else in the building. Red Wine watches as the character tears himself away from the scene in front of him and flees the room, and finds himself frowning at the parallels to... certain events.]
It's just a coincidence, I'm sure.
[But he doesn't really want to watch anymore, so he turns his attention away and back to the pretty young man sitting at his side.]
Before I seek to charm you further, do you have a name?