"Half a year," Bizarre to speak it aloud, that he's stood longer now than some Rifters, or that kid from Research. Longer than the Circle. "But you're really gonna laugh."
Cedric sets box on desk, starts digging. He'll be back to the floor, just wants his face elsewhere, because:
"Rutyer sorta put me on it," Not by assignment or intention, Maker knows, but he did reframe it. Do they teach you Templar lads like they do the mages? "Gonna throw my name in for Mediation."
No reason to root in the box this long. There's nothing to find. Justification leaps unbidden to his teeth; smothered down. It's been half a year. He hasn't fucked this up.
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Cedric sets box on desk, starts digging. He'll be back to the floor, just wants his face elsewhere, because:
"Rutyer sorta put me on it," Not by assignment or intention, Maker knows, but he did reframe it. Do they teach you Templar lads like they do the mages? "Gonna throw my name in for Mediation."
No reason to root in the box this long. There's nothing to find. Justification leaps unbidden to his teeth; smothered down. It's been half a year. He hasn't fucked this up.
(Wouldn't have stung like that, if he had.)