[Gilles blinks at her. What is this? Some strange, bright, fey youth? Gilles cannot tell whether it is male or female, but it is truly beautiful. It looks almost... infernal. As he watches Nue, he starts to lick his hands and wrists clean, the gesture oddly catlike.]
Hmm, no. It did not please me.
[It's not only that the violence has lost some of its savor in the residual glow of the light... No. There's more to it than that.]
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Hmm, no. It did not please me.
[It's not only that the violence has lost some of its savor in the residual glow of the light... No. There's more to it than that.]