There she is. Kylo's lips tug into a shallow, lopsided curve. How strange it is, to connect the girl from the crystalline desert with Alina, the presumably less culpable half of the pair that brained Kirigan with a shovel and left him to die in the Frostwurm burrows.
"You should," he says.
Admittedly, Kylo doesn't look particularly comfortable down here. In the dampening field of the dungeons, there's a dramatic shift to his posture. He looks, possibly, pained.
"Strange, isn't it. Which of us supposedly belong down here."
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There she is. Kylo's lips tug into a shallow, lopsided curve. How strange it is, to connect the girl from the crystalline desert with Alina, the presumably less culpable half of the pair that brained Kirigan with a shovel and left him to die in the Frostwurm burrows.
"You should," he says.
Admittedly, Kylo doesn't look particularly comfortable down here. In the dampening field of the dungeons, there's a dramatic shift to his posture. He looks, possibly, pained.
"Strange, isn't it. Which of us supposedly belong down here."