07-27-2018, 07:25 PM
For a moment it looked as if the corners of his muzzle were about to twist up into the grin, but it was a fleeting ghost of an expression that was gone even more quickly than it had come. "Is that right?" He responded, sounding somewhat contemplative in his words, as if considering something of substantial significance. "I have to wonder why. Was it my proximity to Anthrax as her protege that caught your attention? Or my ambition? I didn't figure you'd be watching me when there are other promising candidates to draw your attention."
His attention turned towards the box, gaze lingering on it for a few moments before returning to Capone. No point in asking about that just yet. They weren't short on time.
His attention turned towards the box, gaze lingering on it for a few moments before returning to Capone. No point in asking about that just yet. They weren't short on time.
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"We value tradition and intelligence more than them, and understand more about the Daemons, but we're still a tribe, a linked family of families."
"...and when the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family. And your family always has tribe."
"We value tradition and intelligence more than them, and understand more about the Daemons, but we're still a tribe, a linked family of families."
"...and when the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family. And your family always has tribe."