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... slightly, interest flashing in them—but also acknowledgement.
For a mortal to speak so fearlessly, for him to grip his tiny weapons before beings that had terrorised the universe rulers twice with their mere existences, how brave was he?
Or was it just folly? Cottus tucked a massive hand around his chin. The words were too sane to be mere folly. Provocation to draw their attention, rhetorical questions to lead the flow of discussion, and answers they didn’t want to consider even ...
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