"Well, isn't that a shame?" Booth asks, completely rhetorically, and turns back to the Balladeer. If she's not one of them, then she really has no part in this.
"Right. And this is 1882. Or something," the Balladeer adds, a little uncertain as he glances around at the clearly anachronistic building they're in. Seriously, what is even happening? "Either way you shouldn't be here."
"Oh, come on." Booth smiles amiably, taking a few steps closer. The Balladeer stands his ground for now, but he's clearly very tense. What's he planning? "Weren't you the one who wanted us to keep on tryin'?"
"Not at killing people," the Balladeer scoffs. It was a little late, obviously, to tell them to focus on self-improvement rather than pinning all their problems on one guy, but there was always the audience to consider. He really wishes there were a way out of here that wasn't past Booth. Does he really want to kill him that badly? What does he stand to gain?
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"Right. And this is 1882. Or something," the Balladeer adds, a little uncertain as he glances around at the clearly anachronistic building they're in. Seriously, what is even happening? "Either way you shouldn't be here."
"Oh, come on." Booth smiles amiably, taking a few steps closer. The Balladeer stands his ground for now, but he's clearly very tense. What's he planning? "Weren't you the one who wanted us to keep on tryin'?"
"Not at killing people," the Balladeer scoffs. It was a little late, obviously, to tell them to focus on self-improvement rather than pinning all their problems on one guy, but there was always the audience to consider. He really wishes there were a way out of here that wasn't past Booth. Does he really want to kill him that badly? What does he stand to gain?