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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[thereneverwas]

He—

[it takes him a moment for that statement to sink in.]

…what,

[inkindled]

It's what Commander Flint said, serrah.

[thereneverwas]

[Another pause, this time longer. Then,]

...fine.

[He could argue the origin of the fleas until the cows come home, or he could shut up and take his licks and they can all keep living their lives.
Maybe the steam will be good for his joints.]

[inkindled]

[Maybe that pause got him looking forward to an argument, but... Resigned acceptance is fairly satisfying. This is what Matthias settles on, after a brief moment of review.]

Good that you can take an order.

[And also this power thing is cool.]

As you were, then, serrah.

[thereneverwas]

[Oh, now it's something.]

Anything else I can do for you, milord? Shine your boots?

[inkindled]

No, thanks, I wouldn't trust you.

[thereneverwas]

[Well, he walked right into that one.]

Great.