[ She speaks, he listens. Expression a gradually flattening mask as the humour drops away, leaving him with the mild stare of a parent waiting out the outburst of a child.
It's a waste of time - both of their time. Dead merchants stay dead and he, who was done for the day with the task he'd been set on, is drawn ever closer to impatience.
(He doesn't think on the question. From here, mind still and set, his certainty still feels like his own.) ]
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It's a waste of time - both of their time. Dead merchants stay dead and he, who was done for the day with the task he'd been set on, is drawn ever closer to impatience.
(He doesn't think on the question. From here, mind still and set, his certainty still feels like his own.) ]
Go back. Now.