[ He thought Byerly would say that, and doesn't even bother to pretend to be offended. ]
Okay. Do I have a face that would invite foreign agents to rummage through his childhood home indiscriminately?
[ His dead mother's boudoir, no less. Quel scandale. He turns around and tries grabbing one of the books from the shelves, unsure if it will go. It does, but what's behind it isn't the back of a shelf, but more of the strange foggy barrier, the edge of the illusion.]
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Okay. Do I have a face that would invite foreign agents to rummage through his childhood home indiscriminately?
[ His dead mother's boudoir, no less. Quel scandale. He turns around and tries grabbing one of the books from the shelves, unsure if it will go. It does, but what's behind it isn't the back of a shelf, but more of the strange foggy barrier, the edge of the illusion.]