He's a little startled, but answers readily. "Yes. Well--I don't know how it was for the others but I--" He leans his practice sword against his knee and pushes his now-free hand through his hair. "Well, I had--time to know I was dying. Before I came here. But yes. I knew when I got here."
Feuilly is willing to believe that Hotspur isn't dead! Isn't...all the way dead! He looks at him, and hopes his rather jumbled answer is of some use?
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Date: 2015-07-01 05:20 pm (UTC)Feuilly is willing to believe that Hotspur isn't dead! Isn't...all the way dead! He looks at him, and hopes his rather jumbled answer is of some use?