drinking wine made for disaster

[Jefferson Soul]

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Although he still knew relatively little when it came to both Inferni and Gabriel's ways, he could sense an obvious difference in the Aquila's presence. Jefferson guessed it was more than exhausting boggling on his mind; had the cyclops been in a similar position, the brute would have been seething and erupting, impatient when it came to emergencies. Gabriel held himself in a collected way, however, one that Jefferson sensed was well practiced. Haku would crack soon enough, yes, but to both he and Gabriel alike, that wasn't enough. The cyclops' green eye browsed over what stood behind the Aquila, what Jefferson had yet to see for himself. "You've moved north," he observed, then returning his eye to the Inferni man. "...I'm sorry this happened to you." It wasn't much, but his words were earnest. No leader -- especially one so concerned for his land and people -- should have to endure and regroup what Inferni had already been through.

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