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# Eating 41, Speaker "$Player"	"It wasn't your fault Joseph. Sheriff was paranoid, and we were bound to be rumbled eventually."	"Ce n'était pas de ta faute Joseph. Sheriff était parano, et on devait se faire choper à un moment."
# Eating 42, Speaker "$Player"	"Besides, it doesn't really seem like there is any gold here. Unless we feel like setting up a new mining operation."	"Et puis, il semble pas y avoir beaucoup d'or de toute façon. Sauf si on veut créer une nouvelle mine."
# Eating 43, Speaker "Joseph"	"Mm, yup, I'm sure Black Vulture'll love to hear that. Wasn't my fault, I'll say."	"Hm, ouaip, j'suis sûr que Black Vulture va adorer. Je dirai qu'c'est pas ma faute."
# Eating 44	He sighed, a sharp exasperated exhale through his nose holes, one knee of his crossed legs fidgeting and bouncing as he stirred the pot.	Il soupire, laissant une expiration dure à travers son bec, un genou plié de ses jambes croisées se balançant tandis qu'il remue la marmite.
# Eating 45	You were a little taken aback that he seemed to be mocking what you said... maybe it just wasn't what he wanted to hear right now.	Tu es surpris qu'il semble se moquer de tes paroles... peut-être que ce n'est pas ce qu'il veut entendre là maintenant.
# Eating 46	Still, you understood his frustration. What would your bosses think? If we told them what this place was like?	Mais tu comprends sa frustration. Qu'est-ce que les patrons vont penser ? Si on leur dit comment est cette ville ?
# Eating 47	Would they even believe us?	Est-ce qu'ils vont nous croire ?
# Eating 48, Speaker "Joseph", Duplicated with dialogue Exiled 84	"Sorry."	"Pardon."
# Eating 49	You were snapped from your thoughts by his apology, a slightly guilty look on his face, knowing he must've seen that he hurt your feelings a little.	Tu es sorti de ta rêverie par son excuse, un regard coupable sur son visage, sachant qu'il a probablement dû te faire mal.
# Eating 50, Speaker "Joseph"	"You're right, it's not ma fault, exactly, but... Hell. This is a mess, $Player."	"T'as raison, c'est pas d'ma faute, mais... mon Dieu. C'est un foutoir, $Player."
# Eating 51	His fidgeting was spreading, playing across the feathered fingers of his wings, his face, his eyes, his knees again.	Son agitation s'étend, le long des doigts plumés de ses ailes, son visage, ses yeux, son genou.
# Eating 52	Like a ragtime tune was playing all across the inside of his body.	Comme une vieille mélodie se jouant dans tout son corps.
# Eating 53, Speaker "$Player"	"What's he like? Black Vulture?"	"Il est comment ? Black Vulture ?"
# Eating 54, Speaker "Joseph"	"He's uh, um-"	"Il est, euh-"
# Eating 55	His breathing was ragged too.	Sa respiration est saccadée.
# Eating 56	You got onto your knees and reached your hand onto his that was stirring the spoon even now, a gentle but firm grasp, stopping its motions.	Tu te mets sur tes genoux puis mets ta main sur la sienne pour remuer la cuillère, doucement, calmant ses mouvements.
# Eating 57	Your eyes met over the cooking pot. He looked like he was seeing you again for the first time in a long time.	Vos yeux se lèvent de la marmite. Il a l'air de te voir pour la première fois depuis longtemps.
# Eating 58	The shaking in his hand came to rest and relax its vice grip on the long spoon as you held each other's gaze.	Le tremblement de sa main se relâche un peu de la cuillère et vous appréciez vos regard qui se croisent.
# Eating 59, Speaker "$Player"	"Let go. I'm here, it's alright."	"Laisse. Je suis là, tout va bien."
# Eating 60	He nodded a few times, taking his hand away and resting on his haunches, stretching his legs out.	Il acquiesce un peu, dégage sa main et la met sur ses hanches, étire ses jambes.
# Eating 61	A few moments passed as Joseph regained his calm, laid-back demeanour - one leg still bounced a little, a quick rhythm, tapping a dance hall tune.	Du temps passe avant que Joseph regagne son calme habituel - une jambe se balançant encore, avec entrain, tapant une mélodie de salle de bal.
# Eating 62	The sun was almost gone now, the last dregs of its light in the desert turning everything in the distance a single dusty red.	Le soleil est presque couché maintenant, ses derniers rayons dans le désert rendent tout au loin rougeâtre.
# Eating 63	You could see the stars now as you looked to the sky, the light continuing to fade.	Tu peux voir les étoiles en regardant au ciel, la lumière s'en allant peu à peu.
# Eating 64	More and more points of light dotting their way to the east.	De plus en plus de points lumineux adornent l'est.
# Eating 65	You turned your eyes away from the sky when you heard the sound of a pen knife flicking open.	Tu détournes tes yeux du ciel quand tu entends le son d'un canif s'ouvrant.
# Eating 66, Speaker "Joseph"	"Oh, don't mind me none, just doing a little preening."	"Oh, t'inquiète, je me lisse juste un peu les plumes."
# Eating 67	He started taking the knife gently to his wing, very gently.	Il passe le couteau doucement sur son aile, très doucement.
# Eating 68	He seemed to be scraping away older feathers, while also opening new pinfeathers scattered across the wing, in motions almost like shaving.	Il a l'air d'enlever de vieilles plumes, en en ouvrant d'autres réparties sur son aile, en des mouvement similaires à du rasage.
# Eating 69, Speaker "$Player"	"Forgive me if I'm talking outta line, but why don't you use your beak for that?"	"Sans rapport, et pardonnes-en moi, mais pourquoi tu n'utilises pas ton bec pour ça ?"
# Eating 70, Speaker "Joseph"	"Aw well, momma always told us you don't use your beak for things around anyone other than family or lovers. It ain't polite."	"Oh, bah ma maman me disait toujours de ne faire ça avec le bec qu'autour de la famille ou d'amoureux. C'est impoli."
# Eating 71	He seemed a little sheepish admitting it, like it was an uncommon quirk of his family.	Il a l'air un peu gêné, comme si c'était une bizarrerie de sa famille.

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# Eating 42, Speaker "$Player"	"Besides, it doesn't really seem like there is any gold here. Unless we feel like setting up a new mining operation."	"Et puis, il semble pas y avoir beaucoup d'or de toute façon. Sauf si on veut créer une nouvelle mine."
# Eating 43, Speaker "Joseph"	"Mm, yup, I'm sure Black Vulture'll love to hear that. Wasn't my fault, I'll say."	"Hm, ouaip, j'suis sûr que Black Vulture va adorer. Je dirai qu'c'est pas ma faute."
# Eating 44	He sighed, a sharp exasperated exhale through his nose holes, one knee of his crossed legs fidgeting and bouncing as he stirred the pot.	Il soupire, laissant une expiration dure à travers son bec, un genou plié de ses jambes croisées se balançant tandis qu'il remue la marmite.
# Eating 45	You were a little taken aback that he seemed to be mocking what you said... maybe it just wasn't what he wanted to hear right now.	Tu es surpris qu'il semble se moquer de tes paroles... peut-être que ce n'est pas ce qu'il veut entendre là maintenant.
# Eating 46	Still, you understood his frustration. What would your bosses think? If we told them what this place was like?	Mais tu comprends sa frustration. Qu'est-ce que les patrons vont penser ? Si on leur dit comment est cette ville ?
# Eating 47	Would they even believe us?	Est-ce qu'ils vont nous croire ?
# Eating 48, Speaker "Joseph", Duplicated with dialogue Exiled 84	"Sorry."	"Pardon."
# Eating 49	You were snapped from your thoughts by his apology, a slightly guilty look on his face, knowing he must've seen that he hurt your feelings a little.	Tu es sorti de ta rêverie par son excuse, un regard coupable sur son visage, sachant qu'il a probablement dû te faire mal.
# Eating 5	And so he didn't, his limbs carrying him up the path, but no one was home.	Et donc il ne le fait pas, ses pattes le portent sur le trajet, mais personne ne conduit.
# Eating 50, Speaker "Joseph"	"You're right, it's not ma fault, exactly, but... Hell. This is a mess, $Player."	"T'as raison, c'est pas d'ma faute, mais... mon Dieu. C'est un foutoir, $Player."
# Eating 51	His fidgeting was spreading, playing across the feathered fingers of his wings, his face, his eyes, his knees again.	Son agitation s'étend, le long des doigts plumés de ses ailes, son visage, ses yeux, son genou.
# Eating 52	Like a ragtime tune was playing all across the inside of his body.	Comme une vieille mélodie se jouant dans tout son corps.
# Eating 53, Speaker "$Player"	"What's he like? Black Vulture?"	"Il est comment ? Black Vulture ?"
# Eating 54, Speaker "Joseph"	"He's uh, um-"	"Il est, euh-"
# Eating 55	His breathing was ragged too.	Sa respiration est saccadée.
# Eating 56	You got onto your knees and reached your hand onto his that was stirring the spoon even now, a gentle but firm grasp, stopping its motions.	Tu te mets sur tes genoux puis mets ta main sur la sienne pour remuer la cuillère, doucement, calmant ses mouvements.
# Eating 57	Your eyes met over the cooking pot. He looked like he was seeing you again for the first time in a long time.	Vos yeux se lèvent de la marmite. Il a l'air de te voir pour la première fois depuis longtemps.
# Eating 58	The shaking in his hand came to rest and relax its vice grip on the long spoon as you held each other's gaze.	Le tremblement de sa main se relâche un peu de la cuillère et vous appréciez vos regard qui se croisent.
# Eating 59, Speaker "$Player"	"Let go. I'm here, it's alright."	"Laisse. Je suis là, tout va bien."
# Eating 6	You understood, of course. As much as you'd like to not think about it either, you couldn't ignore the small dread in your chest.	Tu comprends, bien sûr. Bien que tu ne veuilles pas y penser, tu ne peux pas ignorer la petite douleur dans ta poitrine.
# Eating 60	He nodded a few times, taking his hand away and resting on his haunches, stretching his legs out.	Il acquiesce un peu, dégage sa main et la met sur ses hanches, étire ses jambes.
# Eating 61	A few moments passed as Joseph regained his calm, laid-back demeanour - one leg still bounced a little, a quick rhythm, tapping a dance hall tune.	Du temps passe avant que Joseph regagne son calme habituel - une jambe se balançant encore, avec entrain, tapant une mélodie de salle de bal.
# Eating 62	The sun was almost gone now, the last dregs of its light in the desert turning everything in the distance a single dusty red.	Le soleil est presque couché maintenant, ses derniers rayons dans le désert rendent tout au loin rougeâtre.
# Eating 63	You could see the stars now as you looked to the sky, the light continuing to fade.	Tu peux voir les étoiles en regardant au ciel, la lumière s'en allant peu à peu.
# Eating 64	More and more points of light dotting their way to the east.	De plus en plus de points lumineux adornent l'est.
# Eating 65	You turned your eyes away from the sky when you heard the sound of a pen knife flicking open.	Tu détournes tes yeux du ciel quand tu entends le son d'un canif s'ouvrant.
# Eating 66, Speaker "Joseph"	"Oh, don't mind me none, just doing a little preening."	"Oh, t'inquiète, je me lisse juste un peu les plumes."
# Eating 67	He started taking the knife gently to his wing, very gently.	Il passe le couteau doucement sur son aile, très doucement.
# Eating 68	He seemed to be scraping away older feathers, while also opening new pinfeathers scattered across the wing, in motions almost like shaving.	Il a l'air d'enlever de vieilles plumes, en en ouvrant d'autres réparties sur son aile, en des mouvement similaires à du rasage.
# Eating 69, Speaker "$Player"	"Forgive me if I'm talking outta line, but why don't you use your beak for that?"	"Sans rapport, et pardonnes-en moi, mais pourquoi tu n'utilises pas ton bec pour ça ?"