[He watches how Koltira reacts. What an open book; he keeps it in consideration.]
All men are fools. Dead, alive, doesn't really matter.
[For a moment, he's tempted. Tempted to tell Koltira that, truly, that was probably one of the few times anyone had been that considerate or polite to him.
But wearing his heart on his sleeve is a terrible plan, one that he knows too well.]
In any case, suppose it's best we leave it alone, eh?
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[He watches how Koltira reacts. What an open book; he keeps it in consideration.]
All men are fools. Dead, alive, doesn't really matter.
[For a moment, he's tempted. Tempted to tell Koltira that, truly, that was probably one of the few times anyone had been that considerate or polite to him.
But wearing his heart on his sleeve is a terrible plan, one that he knows too well.]
In any case, suppose it's best we leave it alone, eh?