Lucius' hand closes back around the snake handle of his walking stick, swinging the item down off the table to rest its end on the hard ground of the kitchen. "We sealed out futures when we pledged them to the Dark Lord. Unless you can devise a way to make him stay quite dead, or ensure his victory, then perhaps, some day, you'll be the one dead before it ends, or it will be you sitting at this table where I am, and wondering whether the young man across from you was ever you at all."
He stands, then, in a heavy sort of way, relying on his cane without particular need to.
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Lucius' hand closes back around the snake handle of his walking stick, swinging the item down off the table to rest its end on the hard ground of the kitchen. "We sealed out futures when we pledged them to the Dark Lord. Unless you can devise a way to make him stay quite dead, or ensure his victory, then perhaps, some day, you'll be the one dead before it ends, or it will be you sitting at this table where I am, and wondering whether the young man across from you was ever you at all."
He stands, then, in a heavy sort of way, relying on his cane without particular need to.