[Barnaby stared at her blindly, not comprehending the entirety of what was going on. A woman that he couldn't recognize stood before him, but there was only person he had met so far who had that voice and that particular speaking habit.]
...I don't think even thousand year old witches would know what to do with this.
[His tone was flat, the struggle for some scrap of control evident with every syllable. He could handle this, with time. Barely.]
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...I don't think even thousand year old witches would know what to do with this.
[His tone was flat, the struggle for some scrap of control evident with every syllable. He could handle this, with time. Barely.]