You were trying to hide me. [Those soft words were not a question, and the hurt in them was clear as his shoulders first tense, then slump as he forces himself to stand straight rather than stay in the instinctive position to either fight or flee he had been easing into subconsciously. Even here, people were keeping secrets from him and trying to protect him at their own expense. And as always, the truth emerged.
He was tired of it, and had no intentions of backing away.] Tell me, is he always like this?
[He inclines his head toward Mithos jerkily, eyes narrowed again.] Did he act this way toward her?
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He was tired of it, and had no intentions of backing away.] Tell me, is he always like this?
[He inclines his head toward Mithos jerkily, eyes narrowed again.] Did he act this way toward her?