Only one thing? Lady Zita, I almost envy your optimism.
[But in spite of the words, Tyrion obligingly shuffles over to pick up the papers she's pointing at, giving the topmost page a cursory glance before he hands it over. A few of the names are familiar - he's spent much of the day among the survivors, plying them with the prospect of justice, or with sympathy, or failing that with the boundless energy of the surprisingly hardy litter of puppies that appear to have stowed away in the livestock car, all in hopes of teasing out as much information as he can about the attack and its aftermath.
As for the other names...well. He suspects far too many of them have been laid out on the ground beyond the wreckage, pieced together like the world's most macabre puzzle.]
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[But in spite of the words, Tyrion obligingly shuffles over to pick up the papers she's pointing at, giving the topmost page a cursory glance before he hands it over. A few of the names are familiar - he's spent much of the day among the survivors, plying them with the prospect of justice, or with sympathy, or failing that with the boundless energy of the surprisingly hardy litter of puppies that appear to have stowed away in the livestock car, all in hopes of teasing out as much information as he can about the attack and its aftermath.
As for the other names...well. He suspects far too many of them have been laid out on the ground beyond the wreckage, pieced together like the world's most macabre puzzle.]