[that's as far as he'll acknowledge feeling like broken glass. he tosses the shard back into one of the cleaned-up piles, turning his gaze back toward the holy book in his lap.]
...If you would know the truth, I... I do feel mocked. That anyone would give me the Enchiridion now, after all this time...
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[that's as far as he'll acknowledge feeling like broken glass. he tosses the shard back into one of the cleaned-up piles, turning his gaze back toward the holy book in his lap.]
...If you would know the truth, I... I do feel mocked. That anyone would give me the Enchiridion now, after all this time...