[While Gilbert tries to force his brain to work it out who those men of talent are (did he just receive a compliment or was William talking about himself?) but it's a few glasses of alcohol too late, sadly. Although he sure keeps the pensive expression on his face for a little while longer, until the boy leans on him.]
Fate is cruel...
[He laughs bitterly, but soon enough his mood matches William's. And what would be the best remedy for that? More alcohol, apparently...]
Somehow...we will...but now all we have is to drink. Another one?
[His hand may be shaking but this won't stop him from pouring more alcohol into the boy's glass.]
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Fate is cruel...
[He laughs bitterly, but soon enough his mood matches William's. And what would be the best remedy for that? More alcohol, apparently...]
Somehow...we will...but now all we have is to drink. Another one?
[His hand may be shaking but this won't stop him from pouring more alcohol into the boy's glass.]
I propose a toast to our nigh return.