The answering tip of John's cup is just as practiced. But Isaac is not a Walrus man, and it doesn't matter whether or not John's minor salute is convincing.
The liquor, at least, is good. It doesn't dull the edge of the many problems kicking at the edges of John's awareness, nor does it soften the memory of a man bursting into molten flame, but it's better than nothing.
"So. That was what the Speaker warned me of."
Ilias was not the first, only the latest. And John has never witnessed that danger so closely. The impression solidifies a particular set of fears that had sprung up in the wake of Nevarra.
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The liquor, at least, is good. It doesn't dull the edge of the many problems kicking at the edges of John's awareness, nor does it soften the memory of a man bursting into molten flame, but it's better than nothing.
"So. That was what the Speaker warned me of."
Ilias was not the first, only the latest. And John has never witnessed that danger so closely. The impression solidifies a particular set of fears that had sprung up in the wake of Nevarra.