I want it to look like you. Like something you would wear, I mean. Maybe on the less flashy end of that spectrum, but not all the way to my end of it. Something our friends will look at and guess came from you, you know?
[ He glances up. ]
Do you want one?
[ The ring he gave Byerly before wasn’t for this—not for promises and claims and labels. It doesn’t count. ]
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I want it to look like you. Like something you would wear, I mean. Maybe on the less flashy end of that spectrum, but not all the way to my end of it. Something our friends will look at and guess came from you, you know?
[ He glances up. ]
Do you want one?
[ The ring he gave Byerly before wasn’t for this—not for promises and claims and labels. It doesn’t count. ]