[now the halo around nehan's ears fades to yellow, with a tinge of orange as his imagination works as he sees the marking on diluc's face.]
You look like you were slapped. [but, logically, nehan knows this is something else. those... ceremonies. rituals. the kind the doorway likes but which nehan shied away from because he cant stand them. and he cant stand them, his patron.]
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You look like you were slapped. [but, logically, nehan knows this is something else. those... ceremonies. rituals. the kind the doorway likes but which nehan shied away from because he cant stand them. and he cant stand them, his patron.]
Do I have to send you two a gift?