[Kim looks like he probably didn't sleep much last night. Despite the bags under his eyes, he still stands straight, as if he himself doesn't notice his own exhaustion. Cecile follows, perching on a nearby sculpture as a great skua.
[There are a few moments where it slowly seems to dawn on Kim that he's the one being worried over, for once. And he's not sure what to think of that.]
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He nods to Sholmes.]
Another unhappy ending. Another case closed.
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Yes. Solved, but...with a terrible conclusion. [...] I deduce you haven't gotten much rest.
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[There's a little dry humour in his tone, despite the tiredness.]
Some of it was time spent productively. It's not all bad.
[Except that some of it implies that the rest of the time was not productive, and probably bad.]
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[He is certainly worried.]
Do you want to sit down, my dear fellow?
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... Sure.
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[Patting his shoulder and gesturing to follow to find a place to sit down. Probably a bench someplace.]
One would not wish to see you standing on your feet after such a day. Rest is needed especially for the hardworking.
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Long nights happen sometimes. It's nothing to worry about.
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[Irene is at his shoulder, preening her feathers.]
It's one right after the other, isn't it? Miss Susato...and now, what happened today...
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He nods.]
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[He reaches out to touch the man's shoulder, if he'll let him.]
We can't...give up. We have to keep going. [He lets out a shuddering sigh.] But for now, we have to...recollect ourselves. For her sake. For his sake.
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I don't plan on giving up, detective. Far from it. She'll be watching us from now on... along with the others.
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[The touch turns into a solid grasp, reassuring.]
We have all the tools at our disposal. We just need to put the clues together. Just like we do every day.