[He laughs suddenly at how casually Viktor says 'the one you wanted to kill,' a short and startled kind of noise. Phrases that can never be repeated outside of the sanctity of this bunker, please... After a moment he composes himself, then,]
No; things didn't go so terribly on the First that I had to resort to that. [Just some other insane and extreme measures, never mind those now.] Do you know what he told me about what happened there? He was sorry he wasn't paying attention.
[Oh, and there's the same strand of disdain, although lacking the explicit desire for violence. It vaguely occurs to him that he's been generously using 'Emperor' out of pettiness instead of 'god,' but uh, surprise: God is in town.
He's not done, either:] Then he tried to simper at me about 'the lot of a Lyctor'. Can you even fathom the nerve? Like his half-baked apologies are interesting.
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No; things didn't go so terribly on the First that I had to resort to that. [Just some other insane and extreme measures, never mind those now.] Do you know what he told me about what happened there? He was sorry he wasn't paying attention.
[Oh, and there's the same strand of disdain, although lacking the explicit desire for violence. It vaguely occurs to him that he's been generously using 'Emperor' out of pettiness instead of 'god,' but uh, surprise: God is in town.
He's not done, either:] Then he tried to simper at me about 'the lot of a Lyctor'. Can you even fathom the nerve? Like his half-baked apologies are interesting.