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I'd watched Jaren's every move over the past months, mapping his effortless gestures and slight, earned mannerisms. I'd never seen anything like him. He was something I couldn't comprehend, and yet I felt I understood all I needed the moment I'd seen him. He was more than us. Not better. Not superior. Just more. | I'd watched Jaren's every move over the past months, mapping his effortless gestures and slight, earned mannerisms. I'd never seen anything like him. He was something I couldn't comprehend, and yet I felt I understood all I needed the moment I'd seen him. He was more than us. Not better. Not superior. Just more. | ||
I wanted father to stop what was happening. Looking back now, I realize that he didn't want to stop it. No one | I wanted father to stop what was happening. Looking back now, I realize that he didn't want to stop it. No one did. | ||
As Loken belittled Jaren Ward, taunted him, enumerated his crimes and sins, my eyes were stuck on Jaren's pistol, fixed to his hip. His steady hand resting calmly on his belt. | As Loken belittled Jaren Ward, taunted him, enumerated his crimes and sins, my eyes were stuck on Jaren's pistol, fixed to his hip. His steady hand resting calmly on his belt. | ||
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/ Except us. Why'd he make us come out here? | / Except us. Why'd he make us come out here? | ||
/ Secrecy. I | / Secrecy. I don't know. He's our man on the inside; so we humor him. It's just the quiet making you jump. Help me get this screen set up? | ||
/ It feels criminal. | / It feels criminal. | ||
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''From the Journals of Lord [[Colovance]]'' | ''From the Journals of Lord [[Colovance]]'' | ||
What does one do when | What does one do when one's master has gone mad? | ||
I admired the man for so long, poured years of study into his leads, but now, he has grown incapable of focus. | I admired the man for so long, poured years of study into his leads, but now, he has grown incapable of focus. | ||