[ Damen pauses, his hands coiling around the edge of the booth. He well remembers Laurent outlining the foolishness of allowing an enemy to know what he likes, and doesn't like. This feels the same.
He doesn't want to be in that position again. He doesn't want to make it easy for them.
But he had never told them of the laurel, or any other aspect of his life. Why is it that they know? Why do they know so much about him at all? His eyes stay rooted on that score. ]
You would have me ignore it?
[ Of course Laurent would. That sort of thing is easy for him, and always has been. ]
It rankles as much as the mirrors. They have no right to know what they know.
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He doesn't want to be in that position again. He doesn't want to make it easy for them.
But he had never told them of the laurel, or any other aspect of his life. Why is it that they know? Why do they know so much about him at all? His eyes stay rooted on that score. ]
You would have me ignore it?
[ Of course Laurent would. That sort of thing is easy for him, and always has been. ]
It rankles as much as the mirrors. They have no right to know what they know.