[ He would have just dragged the conversation back out into public, anyway. No skin off his back that she spares him the extra step.
There's the sensation of him tilting his head as she answers him, thoughtful and calm. Her anger washes right over him, flows over his presence and down into nothing at all. It's acknowledged, but only barely. ]
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There's the sensation of him tilting his head as she answers him, thoughtful and calm. Her anger washes right over him, flows over his presence and down into nothing at all. It's acknowledged, but only barely. ]
Guess we'll see what you say when Zenith wins.