[For a moment, Liem wonders after the there-and-gone disappointment, the meaning escaping just beyond the reach of his fingers—but he is distracted by the notion of Silco trying to sink his nasty, bitter fangs into a skeleton.]
I hope you made him regret it.
[Who just up and bites people out of nowhere? Imagine being so uncouth. Because the Exalt Oracle wasn't broadcasted for everyone and their brother to see, Liem can convincingly say he would never do such a thing.]
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I hope you made him regret it.
[Who just up and bites people out of nowhere? Imagine being so uncouth. Because the Exalt Oracle wasn't broadcasted for everyone and their brother to see, Liem can convincingly say he would never do such a thing.]