[ It ought to be shameful just how quickly that little prideful gesture of his falters. ]
Just so. [ He takes another drink, and it’s not nearly as bracing as it ought to be. He hands the bottle back to Basch, fussing with his cuffs in a decidedly finicky manner. There’s a flash of tender, pinkish skin, recently healed, around his wrists as he does. ] Would that I could sue for peace? I might just, but I know I could not abide his terms.
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Just so. [ He takes another drink, and it’s not nearly as bracing as it ought to be. He hands the bottle back to Basch, fussing with his cuffs in a decidedly finicky manner. There’s a flash of tender, pinkish skin, recently healed, around his wrists as he does. ] Would that I could sue for peace? I might just, but I know I could not abide his terms.