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# Eating 31	The two of you sat like this a short while. Watching the pot steaming away, the orange flames licking the underside of the well-used metal.	Vous restez assis comme ça pendant pas mal de temps. Regardant la marmite cuire, les flammes oranges contre le métal usé.
# Eating 32	You found yourself thinking about what happened in Clemency without even realising.	Tu penses à ce qui s'est passé à Clemency sans même t'en rendre compte.
# Eating 33	The pang you felt in your stomach when Sheriff knew why you were there.	La douleur dans ton estomac quand Sheriff appris pourquoi vous étiez ici.
# Eating 34	The sharp chill that shot from your neck to your tail when the gun was pulled on you.	Le frisson de terreur traversant ton cou jusque ta queue quand l'arme t'était pointée dessus.
# Eating 35	You weren't scared of being shot, that wasn't it. That wasn't what set your palm into a cold sweat. It was something else.	Tu n'avais pas peur de te faire tirer dessus. Ce n'était pas ce qui rendait tes mains moites. C'était autre chose.
# Eating 36	Something about having to leave that town.	C'était en rapport avec le fait de quitter cette ville.
# Eating 37, Speaker "$Player"	"...Sorry for letting you do so much of the talking today. I'm more of the quiet type."	"...Désolé de t'avoir laissé beaucoup parler aujourd'hui. J'suis du genre silencieux."
# Eating 38, Speaker "$Player"	"Sure you figured that out already."	"T'as du le remarquer."
# Eating 39	He flashed you a weak, but genuine, smile.	Il te donne un léger, mais honnête sourire.
# Eating 40, Speaker "Joseph"	"Not like ah did us much good."	"C'pas comme si j'avais mieux fait."
# 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.

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# Eating 32	You found yourself thinking about what happened in Clemency without even realising.	Tu penses à ce qui s'est passé à Clemency sans même t'en rendre compte.
# Eating 33	The pang you felt in your stomach when Sheriff knew why you were there.	La douleur dans ton estomac quand Sheriff appris pourquoi vous étiez ici.
# Eating 34	The sharp chill that shot from your neck to your tail when the gun was pulled on you.	Le frisson de terreur traversant ton cou jusque ta queue quand l'arme t'était pointée dessus.
# Eating 35	You weren't scared of being shot, that wasn't it. That wasn't what set your palm into a cold sweat. It was something else.	Tu n'avais pas peur de te faire tirer dessus. Ce n'était pas ce qui rendait tes mains moites. C'était autre chose.
# Eating 36	Something about having to leave that town.	C'était en rapport avec le fait de quitter cette ville.
# Eating 37, Speaker "$Player"	"...Sorry for letting you do so much of the talking today. I'm more of the quiet type."	"...Désolé de t'avoir laissé beaucoup parler aujourd'hui. J'suis du genre silencieux."
# Eating 38, Speaker "$Player"	"Sure you figured that out already."	"T'as du le remarquer."
# Eating 39	He flashed you a weak, but genuine, smile.	Il te donne un léger, mais honnête sourire.
# Eating 4	He wasn't thinking about it, you felt, but to not think about it meant to not think at all.	Il n’y pense pas, tu te dis, mais ne pas y penser signifie ne rien penser du tout.
# Eating 40, Speaker "Joseph"	"Not like ah did us much good."	"C'pas comme si j'avais mieux fait."
# 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 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."