[That face speaks volumes. The man across from him has the shape of Godfrey, but there is nothing of the man he remembers in those eyes. For good reason, of course; they were hardly here to chat about the weather, and the fact that Godfrey was here at all...
His people had felt threatened by him when he was a young priest with little inkling of who truly ran the city. Now, he was changed. Weaponized.
He doesn't need to see the inside of Godfrey's pack to know the truth.]
I believe you.
[The words are terse, but ring reluctantly true. His gaze hardens once more as that word slices through the air, and Gale cannot help the faint sneer that threatens to curl his lip upwards.]
You've certainly done your homework. You always did like to read.
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His people had felt threatened by him when he was a young priest with little inkling of who truly ran the city. Now, he was changed. Weaponized.
He doesn't need to see the inside of Godfrey's pack to know the truth.]
I believe you.
[The words are terse, but ring reluctantly true. His gaze hardens once more as that word slices through the air, and Gale cannot help the faint sneer that threatens to curl his lip upwards.]
You've certainly done your homework. You always did like to read.