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Let it go. This is as far as you'll get on this.

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A trace of concern that you've pre-achieved the very thing he was attempting to do when you found him.

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Behind his gaze, he is cast in iron. You are being entrusted with this.

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His seething anger appears genuine. No false notes in his voice.

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Wait. A discrepancy, like a false note.

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This man is main quest complete, side quest curious.

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Unguarded by his headphone helm, his neck seems strangely vulnerable.

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The warmth in her voice dipped, only for a moment.

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Superstitious at heart, you can almost see the shivers run down his spine as you stray into weird metaphysical territory.

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Smoke unfurls from his nostrils, like an ancient dragon.

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His eyes acquire a ceramic-like quality. Brightly dead, impenetrable.

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If there was any sarcasm in that phrase, it flew way over his head and directly into the Noscorrentes sea.

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His eyes are dark, tired, but still sharp.

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He's asking you to hold back.

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Feels like a gesture that means something. Help? You cannot reliably tell.

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Behind the apparent chaos lies all the trappings of a carefully executed ritual. This isn't the first time. Not for either of them.

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A visage corkscrewed with distress.

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He tries to conceal it, but something in his voice tells you he's more concerned about Ultra Violeta's fate than that of the Grand Lich.

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A distinction that will preoccupy you in the small hours for many years to come.

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The old spy's grey eyes flash like light reflecting off a rifle scope.

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Shades of Tempo reflected concave, convex, through a hall of mirrors.

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If it was a direct order -- yes. Any which way you command.

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What she wants to say is: grow a pair.

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'It takes one to know one', his expression says.

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Take it from somebody who shoots his conscience with a designer drug-loaded dart every time it so much as stirs.

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A small measure of doubt, a hefty dose of fear. You're safe to proceed, for now.

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A miserable defiance to the set of her chin.

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Or was it the drink, the job.

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She puts her hand to her heart, sighs.

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She smiles in a way you've never seen before; Eszti without a trace of ESTOC.

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More than him. His face registers nothing, not even the acknowledgement that he has been shot.

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More than him. His face registers only the bitterness of the man who knew he was going to be betrayed, and was.