[He scowls slightly at the laugh; it rubs him wrong in a way, makes him feel like yet another person thinks his feelings are unreasonable, like his role that woman's death matters less because he hadn't harmed her intentionally, even though Amada's life was still ruined.]
Fine, whatever. I didn't "murder" anyone, call it what you want instead.
[He lets out a sharp exhale, trying to release his frustration, and mutters under his breath--]
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Fine, whatever. I didn't "murder" anyone, call it what you want instead.
[He lets out a sharp exhale, trying to release his frustration, and mutters under his breath--]
Ugh. I fuckin' hate magic.