( He leans against a chest in the corner of the room, popping the cork from his wine with easily. Taking a long, pointed gulp, Wen Kexing eyes Jacob from where he is, something thoughtful in his expression. )
You'll tell me the names, when you do? If you could find which way they intended to vote, that would be useful too. ( A pause. ) Be careful, though. I fear we're involved in something far bigger than ourselves. ( Another gulp of wine. ) This is why I hate politics.
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( He leans against a chest in the corner of the room, popping the cork from his wine with easily. Taking a long, pointed gulp, Wen Kexing eyes Jacob from where he is, something thoughtful in his expression. )
You'll tell me the names, when you do? If you could find which way they intended to vote, that would be useful too. ( A pause. ) Be careful, though. I fear we're involved in something far bigger than ourselves. ( Another gulp of wine. ) This is why I hate politics.