[ A part of him wants to be forthright, to yank the moral high ground towel from right underneath Dokja's feet. But after so many years spent as the Society's lap dog, he knows better than to hand out motivations willy-nilly, especially to a near stranger on the opposite side of a war. It's not like he has any moral high ground to speak of anyway.
A handful of seconds, deliberate and heavy, pass before he speaks up. ]
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A handful of seconds, deliberate and heavy, pass before he speaks up. ]
Would you believe me even if I did?
[ Not that it'll really matter, in the end. ]