Don't indulge your morals over your practicals. Not now. Don't you also want to live?
Goodsir's fists clench, hearing those words echoed again in Kate's account. "He said something very like to me once," he says. He has to close his eyes briefly, breath through the rage that threatens to overtake him.
And then he laughs softly, bleak and humourless.
"He believes himself singular. Nothing would surprise me less to learn that he thinks he can make himself the favourite of that bodiless voice. It would not be the first time he presumed so."
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Don't indulge your morals over your practicals. Not now. Don't you also want to live?
Goodsir's fists clench, hearing those words echoed again in Kate's account. "He said something very like to me once," he says. He has to close his eyes briefly, breath through the rage that threatens to overtake him.
And then he laughs softly, bleak and humourless.
"He believes himself singular. Nothing would surprise me less to learn that he thinks he can make himself the favourite of that bodiless voice. It would not be the first time he presumed so."