[ He is silent, absorbed in the movements of glyphs and fingers, but neither has he truly forgotten the conversation. He has simply stored his answer away, methodical, divided, until he feels secure he has absorbed what there is to see. He does not split his attention well, hones in like a razor on one thing at a time. ]
It is-- [ The word he wants is 'profane' but it escapes him and he tongues the backs of his teeth for a moment. ] --against the rules, to kill each other. But there's no one to punish him.
[ Master of the House, King of the Hill. Ivor has no emotion about Haran whatsoever, neither hatred nor loyalty nor self-serving intent. Haran is useless to him, uninteresting. ]
no subject
It is-- [ The word he wants is 'profane' but it escapes him and he tongues the backs of his teeth for a moment. ] --against the rules, to kill each other. But there's no one to punish him.
[ Master of the House, King of the Hill. Ivor has no emotion about Haran whatsoever, neither hatred nor loyalty nor self-serving intent. Haran is useless to him, uninteresting. ]
More like magi. Maybe.