[ people going through gates makes less sense than mingyu would like. he puts that information in a box and sets it aside— ]
Half a year?!
[ plus a month, and another month, and another month, and two more months besides that. nearly up to a year. he mops a hand over his face, jaw clenched tight enough to crack.
he takes a breath, then another. ]
This place, Serthica. I presume you don't need me to tell you there's something very wrong with it.
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Half a year?!
[ plus a month, and another month, and another month, and two more months besides that. nearly up to a year. he mops a hand over his face, jaw clenched tight enough to crack.
he takes a breath, then another. ]
This place, Serthica. I presume you don't need me to tell you there's something very wrong with it.