[ If Shalem's looking (if they can see at this point), he'll notice a slight twitch in Rutile's expression. His brow, briefly furrowed; his lips, folding tightly into a frown.
He breathes to cool the biting words that claw up his throat, and regain some composure. ]
...You're right. Those are the rules of the game.
[ Because it sure as hell isn't the way he knows things to work. ]
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He breathes to cool the biting words that claw up his throat, and regain some composure. ]
...You're right. Those are the rules of the game.
[ Because it sure as hell isn't the way he knows things to work. ]