...lying is forbidden. ( Should not be the first truth slipped of his mouth, wrenched between gritting teeth, hard. Yet he gives it. This was his fault, he accepts it, embraces it. Cradles it like a newborn babe he will not throw away alongside the last of his patience.
For now.
Bichen pulls back with an awkward, shrieking tear. He waves her once, then again, to rain down any lingering splinters. The sword deserves better than the dregs of this fine establishment. As for the second question, a glance aside. One to the floor. Lying is forbidden. )
No. ( But an easy shrug, absent any flourish. No, but this is what he has, and there is nothing to be done of it, and so they move on. )
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...lying is forbidden. ( Should not be the first truth slipped of his mouth, wrenched between gritting teeth, hard. Yet he gives it. This was his fault, he accepts it, embraces it. Cradles it like a newborn babe he will not throw away alongside the last of his patience.
For now.
Bichen pulls back with an awkward, shrieking tear. He waves her once, then again, to rain down any lingering splinters. The sword deserves better than the dregs of this fine establishment. As for the second question, a glance aside. One to the floor. Lying is forbidden. )
No. ( But an easy shrug, absent any flourish. No, but this is what he has, and there is nothing to be done of it, and so they move on. )