"Never in life have I more dearly wished to have a human relationship to alcohol." The two new glasses arrive, and Eleanor nudges one in Dedue's direction. "...I can hardly envision any version of me describing Rapture as a place of splendor. I'd...rather intended not to talk about it at all. It's gone, after all. Packed up and done with."

That little motion again, touching her arm.

"...Sir, I am sorry, that you've been denied your reunion. I must be a terrible disappointment."