[He looks away from her.] She made you a priestess. One of my few joys was slaughtering them.
... I should have told you I liked your hair, [he says finally.] My mother used to wear it so. My real mother, not Divine Simfray.
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[He looks away from her.] She made you a priestess. One of my few joys was slaughtering them.
... I should have told you I liked your hair, [he says finally.] My mother used to wear it so. My real mother, not Divine Simfray.