[Something he detests. Somehow Prior's eyes remain unrolled; he spares Byerly a sidelong look.]
We all have beastly qualities, I'm sure. I try to keep mine under wraps. [The ones he thinks of most have a literal, fairytale bent. Real horror, written through his skin.] That must make your occupation a chore.
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We all have beastly qualities, I'm sure. I try to keep mine under wraps. [The ones he thinks of most have a literal, fairytale bent. Real horror, written through his skin.] That must make your occupation a chore.