["Now then, Inspector. Time to make a big red stain on your spotless white coat."
Waking up from that, Cabanela doesn't feel anything Sunday morning. All he feels is an unsettling numbness,-- but people are counting on him. He can't give up, not now. Not ever. He has to live for these people, and for everyone who might be counting on him.
Even so, the inspector is noticeably despondent today.
He'll be spending a fair bit of time in the art room today, though it doesn't look like the inspector is actually all that interested in painting-- he's mostly looking very contemplative at the paints and canvases.
Later on, he can be found playing pool in the billiards hall, and in the evening, he'll be in the bar drinking off by himself, as opposed to being a busybody for once.]
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Waking up from that, Cabanela doesn't feel anything Sunday morning. All he feels is an unsettling numbness,-- but people are counting on him. He can't give up, not now. Not ever. He has to live for these people, and for everyone who might be counting on him.
Even so, the inspector is noticeably despondent today.
He'll be spending a fair bit of time in the art room today, though it doesn't look like the inspector is actually all that interested in painting-- he's mostly looking very contemplative at the paints and canvases.
Later on, he can be found playing pool in the billiards hall, and in the evening, he'll be in the bar drinking off by himself, as opposed to being a busybody for once.]