[It's not the statements, nor even the words dripping in false sympathy. He could easily picture Reim having to put up with such impropriety regularly.
It was the sudden prefix returning that was the last, and perhaps most powerful tell.
Not only does Reim disappear in a flurry of black feathers, but the table and opposing chair. .... And the cup Break had been shredding.
Barma speaks up from where he'd been seated some distance behind Break, practically draped in one of the chairs. His voice is a careful mask of disdain and boredom.]
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It was the sudden prefix returning that was the last, and perhaps most powerful tell.
Not only does Reim disappear in a flurry of black feathers, but the table and opposing chair. .... And the cup Break had been shredding.
Barma speaks up from where he'd been seated some distance behind Break, practically draped in one of the chairs. His voice is a careful mask of disdain and boredom.]
It seems this hath become a truly boorish game.