A familiar wave of guilt washes over Lucretia; her expression remains careful, neutral. She doesn't know how she's supposed to address this; she's assuming that in the time that he's from, she has explained herself to him already. What else can she do? She reaches a hand up and rubs her shoulder slowly.)
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(It's going to be like this now, isn't it.
A familiar wave of guilt washes over Lucretia; her expression remains careful, neutral. She doesn't know how she's supposed to address this; she's assuming that in the time that he's from, she has explained herself to him already. What else can she do? She reaches a hand up and rubs her shoulder slowly.)
But we– we won. You said that we won.