[There's a moment, looking at this woman who is definitely in some respects Gideon Nav, where Palamedes feels - well, nothing, actually. But he knows that were he not so wretched and sad, he would probably feel something like envy, for how she is walking around and not condemned to be wrapped around Harrow's soul for eternity.
Luckily, he is just wretched and sad, and she doesn't seem to recognize him anyway, so he doesn't bother to worry about it. The other Palamedes with a full, rich existence can worry about that.]
He just might; I haven't tested that maxim, yet. Or any of the others that come prepackaged with these effigies, before I've finished. But you see the resemblance.
[He holds it up next to his own face as he says this, deadpan. It's an acorn with eyes, so like. Yeah, honestly.]
I'd offer to make you one, but that seems untoward.
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Luckily, he is just wretched and sad, and she doesn't seem to recognize him anyway, so he doesn't bother to worry about it. The other Palamedes with a full, rich existence can worry about that.]
He just might; I haven't tested that maxim, yet. Or any of the others that come prepackaged with these effigies, before I've finished. But you see the resemblance.
[He holds it up next to his own face as he says this, deadpan. It's an acorn with eyes, so like. Yeah, honestly.]
I'd offer to make you one, but that seems untoward.