[He doesn't need to say it. They all know it. But he'll say it anyway, because it is cruel. It's a terrible thing.
After a brief beat, he reaches out, gently touching Mandricardo's wrist. It's just a momentary point of contact, but he's trying to offer reassurance.
There's a beat, then, as he considers what he wants to say next. The question he poses isn't a pressing one, leaving plenty of space for Mandricardo to refuse to answer if he wanted.]
...Do you know what became of the one who killed your father?
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[He doesn't need to say it. They all know it. But he'll say it anyway, because it is cruel. It's a terrible thing.
After a brief beat, he reaches out, gently touching Mandricardo's wrist. It's just a momentary point of contact, but he's trying to offer reassurance.
There's a beat, then, as he considers what he wants to say next. The question he poses isn't a pressing one, leaving plenty of space for Mandricardo to refuse to answer if he wanted.]
...Do you know what became of the one who killed your father?