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Easy

He knows full well you wouldn't be here that were an option.

Easy

He works himself up into a bout of romantic fervour with practiced ease.

Medium

A little prejudice builds rapport faster than truth.

Easy

Before he was insane, but sure of himself. Now he's in uncharted territory even by his own measurement.

Easy

There's got to be some other way to assuage his paranoia than assaulting an actual child.

Medium

You feel the doctor's stare on you, a ray of judgement and condescension.

Medium

This is right up his alley. Sadly, he's too paranoid to even listen to you.

Easy

For the people of Portofiro, the stars receded; austerity remained their orbit.

Medium

The slight smile in her eyes fades as she takes in the little card.

Medium

Could have been anyone who killed him, she means.

Medium

Alive, then. But in what condition?

Medium

Of course you were the best. She had nothing to compare you to.

Challenging

Medium

She doesn't know what to say. She let Karolina down, too.

Medium

You try to imagine the casual workplace conversation of human traffickers. You fail.

Easy

Challenging

Medium

Her voice a low hiss.

Medium

Voice hollow. She's not trying to insult you, just telling the truth.

Medium

Too harrowed by the memory to dismiss the compliment outright.

Medium

So Eszti knew the Eye had Karolina but didn't try to help, didn't even visit afterward.

Medium

It strikes you that you are both rearranging yourselves as strangers.

Challenging

Lying to herself, even if she doesn't know it. This is subconscious spycraft.

Medium

He could pass for a simple drunk, waiting around for his off-licence to open.

Formidable

Like the domesticated dog whose loyalty to his masters lies in his genes, even now he regards the Lich more with sympathy than resentment.

Challenging

The images come to you, one by one.

Legendary

Understanding dawns on his features, and with it something like peace.

Legendary

Simple, obvious. The only way it could be.

Medium

A useless death. A small, fleshy monument to futility.

Legendary

The feeling isn't even bittersweet. It feels like something that happened to someone else entirely.

Challenging

No, no, no. This isn't right. This can't be right.

Trivial

Ramses used to love this stuff. The perfect balance of pointlessness and grit.

Trivial

She picks up on your sarcasm, your lack of fear -- echoes it, little cuckoo.

Medium

Something feline in his eyes, too. An intelligence, but utterly dissimilar from any kind you know.

Easy

Eszti keeps a special mental calendar marked 'Critical Phone Call from Hershel?'. The calendar has been counting for five years.

Medium

Also: Frigid, judgmental, and eminently punch-able.

Easy

The horror of bodily disobedience. The self turned other.

Easy

Knows you're probably lying. Lets it slide, like always.

Easy

Something tells you it won't get much better inside.

Easy

It was a harmless visit. If anything, you might have made them less suspicious.

Easy

Why not? A bit of socialising can open more doors than a heavy boot.

Easy

A house of suffering and loneliness.

Medium

It keeps them well-concealed, evidently. Sounds familiar.

Easy

Usually, not had.

Trivial

The Opera's psychomancers had high expectations for your levels of 'It', based on their initial examinations...

Trivial

It's not really your answers that interest him, it's how you answer.

Medium

A shadow existence, a purgatorial condition of unrealised possibility.

Medium

No more doubt. Just the bitter clarity of forever being the one it happened to.

Easy

Even the accusation that you overindulge in guilt provokes a little pang of guilt.

Medium

You might as well be compromised, with that attitude.