Everybody has their type. Sancho’s is women who can and will stab him, I guess.
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Sancho: ( lifts shirt up to expose side, revealing a nasty scar) It was ‘er wot gave me this.
[It was her who gave me this.]
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Bea: (icky face) eeeeeee!
Sancho: She’d been shaggin’ ma cousin and I foond oot. An ‘e werenae the forst, as Ah well kenned. We ‘ad a fight. She stabbed me.
[She’d been fucking my cousin and I found out. I knew he wasn’t the first. We had a fight, she stabbed me.]
I think she were tryin’ tae kill me, but she wisnae as good as you at kennin’ where all the really squishy bits ae.
[I think she was trying to kill me, but she wasn’t as good as you at knowing where all the really squishy bits are.]
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Sancho: (lifts other side of shirt to reveal another nasty scar) An’ this’n were after she had the bigjob bab.
[And this one was after she had the human baby.]
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Bea: I wondered where you got those.
K’chi-ay! (elven curse, similar to “Fuck’s sake!”) No wonder you don’t like talking about her.
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Bea: (gets real close and sultry-like) I promise I won’t stab you unless you really piss me off. Or if we’re really horny.
Sancho: That’s why I love yer.
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(Bea leans in for a kiss, but Sancho turns away, startled)
Sancho: What was that?
Panel 7
(They both stand, drawing weapons)
Panel 8
(A curse in the dark)
Panel 9
(Bea sneaks forward with trepidation)