[ Maybe it's that war I'm interested in. His eyes narrow at that, and then he's almost immediately forced to resist the urge to lean back and away from his sudden movements and laughter. The hand that isn't touching the book itches for a blade his no longer has.
(he sees Jath'ibaye in his fevered, poisoned state, holding Kahlil by the throat before he could think to run)
He manages not to flinch, somehow. Instead he slowly shakes his head, shrugging as he admits plainly this time: ]
So do I. [ A pause, forcing himself to hold his gaze. ] When did it mess with your head?
[ Unless he means when he first entered Horizon. ]
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(he sees Jath'ibaye in his fevered, poisoned state, holding Kahlil by the throat before he could think to run)
He manages not to flinch, somehow. Instead he slowly shakes his head, shrugging as he admits plainly this time: ]
So do I. [ A pause, forcing himself to hold his gaze. ] When did it mess with your head?
[ Unless he means when he first entered Horizon. ]