[He puts a hand over his heart and makes a strangled noise.]
Alas and alack! Poor Yorick! He is slain. He is - [he bursts into helpless laughter] oh never mind.
[When the laughter slows to chuckles, he goes towards the back and picks out a large painting, huffing as he carries it to where she's sitting. It's a mix of subtle colours, soft greens and deep blues, of a waterfall on an alien planet. All kinds of flowers bloom but he's deliberately muted all of them, preferring instead to focus on the way the light catches the leaves, and how even the shadows seem to dance. The whole effect combined is one of serenity, aloneness, but not terror.]
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Alas and alack! Poor Yorick! He is slain. He is - [he bursts into helpless laughter] oh never mind.
[When the laughter slows to chuckles, he goes towards the back and picks out a large painting, huffing as he carries it to where she's sitting. It's a mix of subtle colours, soft greens and deep blues, of a waterfall on an alien planet. All kinds of flowers bloom but he's deliberately muted all of them, preferring instead to focus on the way the light catches the leaves, and how even the shadows seem to dance. The whole effect combined is one of serenity, aloneness, but not terror.]
[A place of rest.]
Between you and me? I think this is the best one.