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A predictable answer. More than he'd expected, but nonetheless it matches the sentiment he might have assigned Daighre if asked. The golden wolf strikes him as far too strong-willed to accept any other opinion. I agree. Partially, He offers, tone still fairly neutral. Maybe it's not planned — but people are pretty predictable. If someone walked up right now and attacked you, I'm guessing you'd fight back — if it's a guaranteed reaction, then what is that if not planned? He wonders, vaguely at the back of his mind, how long his acquaintance will entertain this line of questioning. Daighre has not defined himself by his patience so far — so the wraith expects to have his own questions to answer soon enough. Something like "Why are you asking me stupid questions?" but with more swearing probably.