[If Syrlya could get any colder, he surely would. It's not quite an accusation, but close enough to it that it wrenches something in Syrlya.]
Why... would you think it was a pretense? [He thinks he knows why, and it makes him want to grab that magnifying glass from Mishka and shove it down his throat.
It hurts, to be reminded Trahearne does not fully trust him. Even now.] Why would I lie about that?
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Why... would you think it was a pretense? [He thinks he knows why, and it makes him want to grab that magnifying glass from Mishka and shove it down his throat.
It hurts, to be reminded Trahearne does not fully trust him. Even now.] Why would I lie about that?