( More of that aged, knowing scoffing, more of Zenobius rolling his eyes. Excuse an old man his follies. )
You ask after Matthias, most men will struggle to remember him. He makes no impression. Walks into a room, same as if he's never come. Doesn't talk much, doesn't look that special. Likes to watch. Gets a bit eerie, that. Makes you wonder if you should be stabbing his eyes out.
( He accepts, at long last, his water — drinks easily, greedily, with far too little care. ) ...he's a mind, our Matthias. And most women like a heart or a body.
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( More of that aged, knowing scoffing, more of Zenobius rolling his eyes. Excuse an old man his follies. )
You ask after Matthias, most men will struggle to remember him. He makes no impression. Walks into a room, same as if he's never come. Doesn't talk much, doesn't look that special. Likes to watch. Gets a bit eerie, that. Makes you wonder if you should be stabbing his eyes out.
( He accepts, at long last, his water — drinks easily, greedily, with far too little care. ) ...he's a mind, our Matthias. And most women like a heart or a body.