[His fingers tighten.] I...see. [He hadn't had the energy to attend to many of the details of that kerfluffle, and after it ended, it hadn't seemed to matter much.]
[He forcibly averts his mind from thinking about gods who died, instead—]
Yeah, it was trouble. Yell at him a little for me, would you?
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[He forcibly averts his mind from thinking about gods who died, instead—]
Yeah, it was trouble. Yell at him a little for me, would you?