Athos shared a glance with Aramis, then finished, along with him, "And every man for himself," as he raised his glass to toast to that. He polished it off, then reached for the bottle to top up his drink - and anyone else's that might require it. "I'm sorry, was that much more of a speech?" he asked, glancing at Aramis for confirmation, a small smile dancing on the edge of his lips.
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