[Having no expectations means that he won't have hopes for tomorrow's outcome. Either way, this is where they part.
Sensing that it's time to go, Rupe climbs onto his feet and pads back to Rufus, who slides his hand into a pocket. He takes a step toward Dorothy, pulls out a mini bottle of alcohol, and sets it down on the floor before straightening. Wordlessly, he turns around to excuse himself.]
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[Having no expectations means that he won't have hopes for tomorrow's outcome. Either way, this is where they part.
Sensing that it's time to go, Rupe climbs onto his feet and pads back to Rufus, who slides his hand into a pocket. He takes a step toward Dorothy, pulls out a mini bottle of alcohol, and sets it down on the floor before straightening. Wordlessly, he turns around to excuse himself.]
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[ Dorothy stares at the alcohol-- from... well, she doesn't remember when they'd received it, but it had to have been fairly early.
And she lets out a soft, almost strained laugh.
When you were trained by the Farm, "goodbye" wasn't a thing that happened. This is one of the kinder acknowledgments. ]
Capricious again...
[ Goodbye, Rufus. ]