I'll be sure to needle her about it later, when I'm all out of things to throw up.
[You know, to be polite. He gives Gideon a sideways look in silence for a moment, wondering — mostly, if he should ask why she and Harrow live in his damn house, if that is any of his business (it isn't). But God had said Harrow humors him, whatever that means, so.
Hmm.]
You know, he asked me to come out here and look at squids, and yet I don't think he's a fan. That's fine; the feeling's mutual, but still — if I weren't a necromancer I doubt he'd know I exist.
[And it's not as if Palamedes is torn up about this; no, even the tone he delivers such a statement in is a succinct observation: this is not a loving God. Whatever, though: as long as he's not bothered, that's fine.]
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[You know, to be polite. He gives Gideon a sideways look in silence for a moment, wondering — mostly, if he should ask why she and Harrow live in his damn house, if that is any of his business (it isn't). But God had said Harrow humors him, whatever that means, so.
Hmm.]
You know, he asked me to come out here and look at squids, and yet I don't think he's a fan. That's fine; the feeling's mutual, but still — if I weren't a necromancer I doubt he'd know I exist.
[And it's not as if Palamedes is torn up about this; no, even the tone he delivers such a statement in is a succinct observation: this is not a loving God. Whatever, though: as long as he's not bothered, that's fine.]