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caiaphas could detect the faint twinge of doubt that darkened aningan's pale features: he did not believe her. she would not contest further -- there was little point beating a dead horse, and so often words were wasted when experience and time would cure all of whatever convictions they held. she offered nothing but the ridged shrug of her thin shoulders, deciding then there was little use riling the boy further.

"best to prepare yourself for that moment, then.." caiaphas offered cryptically, and in the next second swung a slugger of a paw his way in a rough initiation of surprise spar time.