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such a heartwarming moment -- until he mentioned 'that old man'. instantly caiaphas' eyes narrowed coldly, and her thin lips drew back in a disgruntled hiss. she disapproved clearly of his disdain, as evidenced by a quick lash of her narrow tail.

"kierkegaard." she corrected him abruptly, leveling the young white adolescent with an austere stare. how typical it was for men to dislike their superiors -- god, caiaphas believed them worse than women in that regard. "you owe him a fair amount, you know." she intoned, lifting her gaze for a moment as she reminisced: "there would be no grimnismal without him. i drowned once -- did you know that?" she motioned towards the ocean, still able to pristinely recall that blustery and cheerless cold morning. "but he was there."