[....She was here, of course the gods would decide to bring her here after everything he had done. What cruel irony this was. ]
.... [He didn't want to say anything. There was no point in pretending to be something he wasn't. Everyone knew and she would have found out...or probably already has. Still, some small part of him felt a need to respond to his mother.] It's working.
[His tone was even, the coldness melting away and returning the link to something more neutral, even if there was this odd low rumbling sound in the background.]
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.... [He didn't want to say anything. There was no point in pretending to be something he wasn't. Everyone knew and she would have found out...or probably already has. Still, some small part of him felt a need to respond to his mother.] It's working.
[His tone was even, the coldness melting away and returning the link to something more neutral, even if there was this odd low rumbling sound in the background.]