[Palamedes’ expression doesn’t flicker as Natsuno tells his story—his brows remain furrowed, a faint frown on his lips. Yet beneath it all, the story fascinates and surprises him. It only got worse when she rose from the grave..
Huh.
But more than surprise, even more than curiosity—and Pal’s curiosity is intense—what he feels is a deep well of sorrow. Natsuno always seems to be looking over his shoulder. He sleeps with one eye open, if he sleeps at all. And here, perhaps, is the original source of his perpetual vigilance.]
I’m so very sorry.
[A pause.]
I can imagine you would do anything in your power to stop it.
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Huh.
But more than surprise, even more than curiosity—and Pal’s curiosity is intense—what he feels is a deep well of sorrow. Natsuno always seems to be looking over his shoulder. He sleeps with one eye open, if he sleeps at all. And here, perhaps, is the original source of his perpetual vigilance.]
I’m so very sorry.
[A pause.]
I can imagine you would do anything in your power to stop it.