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I will not force her to do anything, he retorts in a gritted whisper, eyes placid as the snip of ivory from the unknown guest causes him to take a step back. You are the one making assumptions.
Euryalos held no favor toward him, and that had been made clear in conversations prior. He often wonders why he allows the continued presence of him, in all his straight-laced bitterness; did nothing make him happy?
Someday he would quiver below the fist held over his big, blocky head, but today was not that day. See that she is comfortable. She has a friend in us.
And he would pester no more. If not held back, he would set his course for the stretch of silt that would one day, he thought, be known as the grand central hall.