[ Whatever the hell this is. Nehan is calm and still, even-keeled as he waits out the worst of Aventurine's recovery. He doesn't do more than balance their weight against each other, nodding once and trying not to look at his neck. ]
Okay.
[ He may be a doctor, but he doesn't mourn every death. ]
How long did it take you?
[ How many years before he got the opportunity to murder his way out. ]
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Okay.
[ He may be a doctor, but he doesn't mourn every death. ]
How long did it take you?
[ How many years before he got the opportunity to murder his way out. ]