[ a curse under his breath, soon as the sound of footsteps recedes. get him clean enough to get down the hall, out the courtyard, up another set of steps while upright —
get himself clean enough. there's nothing for it really, but to shrug on the second pair of nearly identical robes. it isn't what he'd hoped to do with these. it isn't going to hurt a dead man. ]
What you did to the door.
[ hates acknowledging that any further than he has, ]
Can it be done again?
[ that's one thing. doing it in this state, another. if it comes to it,
none of isaac's skills are suited to this. jam it and hope for the best. ]
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get himself clean enough. there's nothing for it really, but to shrug on the second pair of nearly identical robes. it isn't what he'd hoped to do with these. it isn't going to hurt a dead man. ]
What you did to the door.
[ hates acknowledging that any further than he has, ]
Can it be done again?
[ that's one thing. doing it in this state, another. if it comes to it,
none of isaac's skills are suited to this. jam it and hope for the best. ]